When God divided up the peoples of the earth, so the legend goes, he wanted to keep the most beautiful corner of the world for himself. He was angry, because our people’s emissaries arrived late, after all the land had been distributed. But because they were of such cheerful disposition he bestowed on my ancestors the most beautiful piece of land of all and withdrew into the heavens instead.

The history books say that as the Mongol hordes pillaged and plundered their way towards Constantinople in the 13th century, the Georgian king Tamuna assembled an army of the hundred bravest warriors, that in the battle of Sheki lured the Mongols into a trap and destroyed them. As a reward the courageous warriors were given the prettiest virgins of the land in marriage, and arable land, on which our village was founded.

The silk road used to pass through the valley, the most important trading route in ancient times. No caravan has been seen since the building of the Nile Canal, though.

During the course of the century our land was occupied in succession by Persians, Tatars, Ottomans and Seldschuks. Since the demise of the Soviet empire none of the neighbouring countries have felt any responsibility for us. Our village is not recorded on any map and we have simply been forgotten.