Let me take you to the Armenian community in Buenos Aires…
Given the size of Turkey’s President Erdoğan’s ego, chickens, the bird usually referred to in the saying that is this article’s title, seemed like too small of a bird.
In the morning of the 10th day of our cruise, the excitement to cross the equator line was palpable.
For years now, I have been mocked, or drawn smirks, or pooh-poohed, or patronized, or ignored, whenever I mention restoration of western Armenian territories to their rightful owners.
Let’s take a look at what my first day in Buenos Aires was like.
A few days ago, I read a 15-month old article describing Turkish environmental misbehavior in the province of Artvin, one of 81 such administrative divisions in Turkey
Since the election, I have bided my time and bitten my tongue about the ridiculous things president-elect Donald Trump has been saying and doing.
Turkish and Azeri circles were displeased with my latest column where I had analyzed Vice President-elect Mike Pence’s phone call to Armenia’s President Serzh Sarkisian.
In the local, Artsakh dialect “okhtuh” means seven. Of course khach is a cross. Okhtuh Khach is the name of a peak in the Hadrout district of Artsakh, if memory serves me.
Shortly after the November 8 elections, I wrote a column suggesting that Armenian-Americans make every effort to contact President-elect Trump or his aides before the January 20 Presidential inauguration, after which it would be much more difficult to have access to the President.