Tajir, cousin of Leyla's dad, met us at the bus
station and helped Uncle Eyyub pick a lamb at the market for shashlik.
We drove up to the village of Avaran, an idyllically peaceful "end of
the road". We were served tea at a table set outside in the yard,
with delighted exclamations when the Lezghian bread
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