I hear voices of travellers gathering at the newly built station from all directions. They are travelling somewhere beyond the city of Baku, to a place called Tiflis. As I listen closely, I realise they are all rushing to different places — Vokzalnaya, Telefonnaya, Romanovsky, Lindleya, Nobelevskaya, 28 April, 28 May — and yet, all of them are heading in one direction, towards me.