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  • I bought this from a guy selling souvenirs on a street off of Fountain Square a few months before I was to leave. Then something came up back in Santa Barbara, about school or funding or some bureaucratic thing-a-ma-jig or something, but there was little I could do from the other side of the planet. Fortunately, one of the history department secretaries helped me out and took care of everything. It was almost like having my own assistant. I decided I would bring her back something from Azerbaijan to thank her, and I settled on getting her a snow globe like mine, something small she could put on a shelf in her office if she wanted. Thing is, I never got around to buying another, whether through negligence or forgetfulness, so when I returned to Santa Barbara I decided I would give her mine. As the picture shows, I did not do that. I meant to, and when I went to the office I saw her and thought of the snow globe, and felt guilty and embarrassed with myself. But I could never make myself give up my Baku snow globe. And now, whenever I see it on it’s shelf, I kinda feel like crap. But the snow globe is so cool!
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