I spent a week in Azerbaijan reporting on the secret oil deals being cut poolside at the Hyatt Hotel in Baku for the New York Times Magazine in 1998. Baku si what is now known as the wildest frontier of capitalism. From any window you can see (and smell) the rusted Soviet-style oil rigs rise in the smoggy distance, now the property of Western Consortiums. Smoke and pollution spew into the Azerbaijani atmosphere, only to rain down on poverty-stricken people who live within a 500 mile radius of the Caspian’s oil reserves making the region only second in strategic importance to the Persian Gulf.

 

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