The recent events around the hike in public transportation fees have created chaos in my head, opened my eyes to certain issues and changed some of my points of view. Trying to take it all in, trying to understand, to support and to analyze. Trying, trying and failing. That moment when you have tons to say, but words fail you.
It‘s my last week. I have become restless for reasons unknown. By saying unknown I don’t literally mean unknown, but, you know, I don’t know which one of many reasons is stirring my emotions. I sleep very lightly and wake up very early – characteristic that would never have described me in the past. The New Year is literally around the corner and I still have so much to do, to at least feel like I did something, or achieved something in 2010. But all my attempts fail, just as they have done over the last 12 months.
On October 16, 2010, I did not get to ride on the world’s longest reversible aerial tramway, but I got to strengthen my belief in people who simply want to see Armenia prosper. While the world was fascinated by the operation of the “Wings of Tatev” aerial tramway, I was fascinated with the dedication of those who provided funding for the realization of its operation.
It is interesting that the word crane has two completely different meanings, but is spelled the same way in English. It is also interesting that the lifting machine and the bird species are pronounced the same way, “groong,” in Armenian. The long-legged and long-necked bird, famous for standing on one leg, is more than just another bird for Armenians. Cranes are one of our national symbols, associated with immigration and fortune.
Sometimes we don’t realize that the things we do might have an effect on other people’s lives. Decisions made and actions taken on a solely personal basis turn out to be more than personal and touch those surrounding us. This is what happened when a group of friend from different backgrounds and age groups: Vahe Aghabegians, Vahe Avakian, Hayk Petrossian, Arsineh Khanjian, Raffi Niziblian, Ktrij Devejian, Alex Sardar, Karen Elchian and Eric Sarksians and gathered, and decided to go mountain climbing. Not just any mountain, but the goddess of Armenian mountains: Mount Ararat.
It’s eight thirty and we’re already standing at the corner of the street where we live. We’re waiting for a taxi. One thing I love about the taxis in Syria is that they have colored lights on top of their roofs. The red light indicates that the cab has passengers, while the green one means it is vacant. I see a yellow cab approaching with its green light on and my husband extends his hand. I immediately look at the face of the driver. This is a very important thing for me. His face, his appearance is the key to how I will act. This time I sit silently, gazing out of the window next to me.
I come out of my bedroom and Ari, my youngest brother-in-law approaches me. “Good morning Ari”, I tell him. “Good morning” he says and looks at my face, “There’s mascara on your cheek”. Whilst walking towards the bathroom and trying to rub it off I tell him, “But I removed my makeup before going to bed”. My brain is half asleep. I still need to wash my face, shower, brush my teeth and drink a cup of Nescafe before I can think clearly.
The streets are empty; the city is asleep. Sitting in a cab, on my way home from my friend’s place, I look around Tumanian Street and think to myself, “The most beautiful city in the world.” Immediately, my next thought opposes the first one. “The most beautiful? You can’t be serious! Maybe beautiful, but definitely not the most beautiful.” While debating with myself, a light bulb turns on in my head.
There are more than 10 million Armenians scattered throughout the world, including the almost 3 million in the Motherland. Even though we are all Armenian, we are also very different. Of course, this is due to the fact that we have been influenced by those communities in which we have been raised. However, there are several things that make us all the same. For example, wherever we go, we always try to find Armenians and even sometimes we try to claim non-Armenians, Armenian. Several years ago there were rumors in Armenia that renowned American signer Gwen Stephani was Armenian. How? Very simple. Just ad an “an” at the end of her surname and you have a perfect Armenian surname: Stephanian. There are many similar examples, which are sometimes beyond absurd and ridiculous. However, one thing that is proven is that we Armenians have a unique gene-pool and this is, of course, inarguable.
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Address: Tumanian 34, Yerevan, Armenia. Territory: 140 square meters. Event: a play date. Host: Rouben – one year and four months old, nationality Armenian, citizenship American. Guests: Miro – one year and there months old, nationality Armenian, citizenship Armenian and Iranian. Arin – three years old, nationality Armenian, citizenship Armenian, and Maya – four years old and her brother Samvel – one year old, nationality half Armenian, half Italian, citizenship Canadian and Italian. The kids are playing in the living room, while their parents and grandparents are sitting in the TV room and chatting about their children and their experiences in Armenia.
Some three years ago I was sitting in a doctor’s office – one of Armenia’s best oncologists and a very good friend of my mother – who was telling my mother how many people fail to visit a doctor because they know that they need an operation and cannot afford one. The doctor was explaining to my mother how many people in Armenia fail to pay prophylactic visits to the doctor because of financial issues or, once the doctor tells them they need an operation, patients never show up for an operation. According to him he has dealt with numerous cases when the family of the patient rushes in the sick with hemorrhaging or another grave condition – when he can no longer resist the illness or the calls of his family to undergo an operation – and they perform an immediate operation.