December 10

And this night too the two of us were making love, not war.

In the morning I went to the work place. It was open but in complete "no-work" conditions—neither electricity, nor warmth, nor materials (as they call there the articles to render).

For a nice starter I had a small talk with Ms. Stella. She narrated about five Armenian policemen from Hadroot burned alive. Later, with the mediation of the Russian border guards their corpses were transferred to the relatives.

Then Ahlya, the cautious typist, embarked upon a discourse that there existed some righter practices for keeping your family as well as more promising principles for trusting in God. At half past eleven am I felt I was fed up and went home.

Presently the most endemic figure in the streets is that of a man with pails carrying water or else in search of a not-too-long water queue.

After lunch I equipped our one-but-spacious room with a kind of gas-torch by constructing a thin-gum pipeline running from the gas range in the hall-aka-kitchen all the way up to the top of the bookcase. I hope it won't convert the room into a gas chamber.

Why did Azeri side not cut off gas for the town? Very siple. We are on the trunk-line pipe reaching the town of Shushi with its considerable population (presently only Azeries) depending on this same gas.

One page from ULYSSES. Yoga. Supper. Water.

Most good night to all.