Moring was rising outside the window of my room in soft winter of early October with golden rays of the Sun from the east slowly dissipating layer of darkness and haze over the city of Baku and treasured Caspian Sea. Water was washing the coastal line of the golden city and breeze with a little chill was flowing through the neat and tidy streets and roads where traffic had already started picking up. With the first light of the day, Baku was unfolding its magic and beauty.