A Story of the
Deutsche Entwicklingsdienst in Azerbaijan
Early July, 1940
The village of Kobyir was the fourth that the team had visited in the Samukh District since arriving in Azerbaijan some six weeks ago. Since their arrival two days ago the five Germans and their two Azeri liaison officers had been quite busy despite the poor weather; Werner Boehm, the team’s medic, had been working hard to treat a host of ailments that many would consider minor, but in this harsh land, could easily lead to diseases more life-threatening; he had also taught daily first aid classes, and would do so for the remaining period of their stay in Kobyir. Gunther Hartung, the veterinarian, had been equally busy working with the herdsmen to rid their flocks of the pests that always afflicted sheep – showing them how to use modern sheep dip in place of the traditional remedies they had heretofore relied on. Hans Brauer had is hands full training the men of the village how to use newer methods to cultivate the vines what provided the grapes that were the cash crop of this rural district.
Today the summer sun was shining – and its heat made itself felt even in the village’s mountain clime. The team’s leader, Ferdinand Prittwitz and Artur Fromm sat within a circle formed by the villagers, men and women alike, as they explained the purpose of the apparatus they had beside them. Mustafa, the interpreter, told the villagers:
“This thing uses the power of the sun to cook your food or boil your water, as you would a fire. But it does not need wood, as does a fire, nor sheep dung, which smells so foul. When the sun shines, you can cook easily and cleanly.”
One of the villagers asked, “But how does it do so? The sun, of course, is hot in summer, but it cannot make tea. In winter, though it shines, the ground still freezes.”
Mustafa interpreted the question for the benefit of the two Germans – they had not yet mastered the Azeri language, but they had caught the drift of the question, having heard variants of it for the last several weeks. Fromm stood, saying “I can demonstrate”. He drew from his pocket a simple magnifying glass, and walked over to the villager who asked the question.
“Hold out your hand,” Fromm said in broken Azeri; and the villager did so. Standing to one side he held out the glass and allowed a small bright circle to form on the villager’s hand. “It is warm?” he asked.
The villager nodded, and Fromm adjusted the focus to a finer point. As he did so the villager quickly withdrew his hand. “It burns!” he yelped.
Through the interpreter, Mustafa, Fromm explained, “Like the pocket glass, the cooker focuses the rays of the sun, and heats the pot containing your food or the water for your tea, or for your washing. We will show you how to set these up, to aim them so that they may use the power of the sun in winter or summer. They will save you much trouble in procuring firewood or other fuel, and they are cleaner. We have several of them for your village, and the Government has promised to provide more, as they are able.”