The Syunik Region of Armenia covers a vast expanse that stretches from Spandarian Reservoir, near the town of Sisian, all the way south to the Iran border.
We often don’t realize that as humans, we don’t always inherit the best of worlds. Born without choice, we are thrown into consciousness; into a reality we had no part in shaping. As we travel through life, our surroundings, the people in our lives and the societies in which we live all etch their imprint into our very being, shaping our lives and the people we are to become.
Am I lucky or what? Last year while I was doing a research online for a column about the “Water Feast,” an old Armenian tradition of dousing each other with water, I found pictures taken in Yerevan showing kids throwing buckets of water. I wished that one day I could be there in person, watching those kids in action and taking my own pictures.
It all suddenly made sense the second I stepped foot into the “Tiv Yergoo” elementary school on Monday morning for the very first time. All the kind words, helpful advice, and built-up excitement given to me by previous Youth Corps members and group leaders began to come alive as we began our camp in Stepanakert.
It has been quite a ride this year for Armenians of the world. We started out badly, what with the previous year ending with Kobe Bryant’s ill-conceived, money grubbing shilling for Turkish Airlines, the U.S. House of Representatives’ (USHOR) failure to even vote on H.Res. 252, and Obama’s recess appointment of Mr. Conflict-of-interest himself, Matt Bryza as U.S. Ambassador to Azerbaijan.