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The number of people who have “officially” recovered from COVID-19 in Azerbaijan is quickly approaching the total number of infected, and on May 4, the country plans to finally end the quarantine. What has happened in Azerbaijani society over the past one to two months?

In short, for the people of Azerbaijan, the coronavirus itself seemed to be the least of their concerns. Their emotions were directed not towards the illness, but towards fellow citizens and the authorities. And what they expressed was mostly fear and anger. Let’s try to understand why this happened.

Azerbaijan reported its first case of COVID-19 in late February. By early April, the country had been put under a strict quarantine, and the public’s attitude changed from slightly wary to apathetic and irritated.

The reactions of the Azerbaijani public can be categorized into a few main groups:

Reaction 1. People vs authorities: fear and hatred

First of all, the emergency situation exacerbated the long-standing conflict between a significant part of society and the authorities. Almost all the actions of the government over the past two months have caused many either fear, indignation, or mistrust.

This applies to quarantine in hospitals (complaining about the terrible conditions), the restriction on public transport, followed by its complete closure, and tiny support payments given to the population, the incomprehensible system they used to determine who was eligible for these payments, and much more.

Those dissatisfied with the government’s work say that some measures did not work at all, while others worked poorly, and that the legality of all measures taken was questionable from a constitutional point of view.

And, as per usual, the protests never got farther than heated discussions on social media.

The tourism industry was the first to suffer, followed by the service industry as a whole, and at the end of March, licenses from banks were revoked. Many experts attribute the hasty mitigation of quarantine measures in Azerbaijan to the enormous losses suffered by the economy

Reaction 2: We will help everyone ourselves

Several charitable campaigns were launched on Facebook to help the most vulnerable members of society. These are just Facebook pages where people post the contact information of those in need along with requests to help them, or, for example, a special payment card system, where people can donate funds so that those who do not have the money can buy the products they need in certain stores.

Reaction 3: Conspiracy Theorists

This is the reaction of skeptics who believe that the virus is just a carefully crafted ploy and some sort of global conspiracy.

This scepticism has taken root in normally sensible people. They argue quite reasonably that local the measures imposed by the authorities were inappropriately strict, that they used the situation to further their own agenda and manipulated the statistics of infections and recoveries.

Reaction 4. Apathy

Many in Azerbaijan simply do not intend to change their lifestyle just because of “some flu virus.” The low level of education in the country on the whole plays an important role here. The low income is a key factor as well, in a country where many people lack the savings to survive for even a month. They do not believe in the virus, they believe in hunger.

Even those who were initially afraid of getting sick began to get tired of quarantine simply because it was hard for them to be in a confined space.

Reaction 5. “Our people are not doing enough”

Those who are following all the rules and are really just afraid of getting sick began to feel hatred towards the “maskless” population. To them, the government measures, no matter how harsh, seem justified and necessary.

Some people say that for “these hard-headed people who don’t want to sit at home, there’s no other way” – in other words, that there is no other way to force Azerbaijanis to adhere to the safety rules.

Many residents of Baku faced a dilemma – take their families to their dachas or relatives in the village, or stay in the city, closer to hospitals and banks? The residents of Baku’s villages were in a favorable position – if there is a garden at the house, it is easier to quarantine there.

Why is there no unified consensus?

What did this situation reveal about Azerbaijani society?

Philosopher Rahman Badalov believes that the quarantine merely exposed the deep systemic crisis that has been around since long before the coronavirus, and that in the future, this crisis will only continue to grow.

“Our government has long forgotten about its constitutional duties, and sees its responsibility towards the people as a kind of paternalism. This principle has long been recognized not just as erroneous, but destructive.

Among other things, such a principle fosters a demanding attitude in citizens, they get used to this type of ‘care’ and, paradoxically, they are always dissatisfied, because they constantly think that they are missing out out on something, thereby they turn into spectators in their own country.

The other side of the coin is that citizens turn out to be very timid and obedient, because they get used to the fact that only those in power have power (a not insignificant tautology).

As for the measures taken by the government, they could be met with approval if they were implemented in the legal field, and not as part of the same ‘paternal care.’ The lack of legal awareness among the population is not a justification for the authorities neglecting proper legal procedure.”

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It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.

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A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.

But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

A busy man keeps working while he waits. | Image: Unsplash

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.

The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.

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Intro text we refine our methods of responsive web design, we’ve increasingly focused on measure and its relationship to how people read.

Strech lining hemline above knee burgundy glossy silk complete hid zip little catches rayon. Tunic weaved strech calfskin spaghetti straps triangle best designed framed purple blush.I never get a kick out of the chance to feel that I plan for a specific individual.

Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.

But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

A busy man keeps working while he waits. | Image: Unsplash

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.

The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.

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