A new trial in Azerbaijan: My refrigerator stopped working.
At first, I freaked out (and I still sort of am). I had to make an impromptu batch of cherry torts and beg my next door neighbor to take my no-longer frozen chicken.
I also visited my landlady. Her unsympathetic attitude made me realize that in Azerbaijan, there ain't no thing as rental agreements.
Thus, my broken refrigerator is up to me to fix. After several frantic phone calls to my friend and her brother, the fix-it guy is due at my door any minute (well, he was due a few hours ago, but I have hope).Ugh...good thing I rarely eat meat. Now my ət money can go toward coolant.