ABSTRACT
A day in the 1990s, somewhere along the Caspian Sea. To the visitor, the
city’s outskirts look like the end of the world. Ruined oil derricks sprawl
over miles of flat terrain, some dating back to the Soviet era, others even
older, abandoned amidst black lakes of industrial waste. The newest der-
ricks pump lethargically. No vegetation. A persistent, nauseating smell of
gas and oil. It is like a lunar landscape or the aftermath of an explosion.