This is how the story (joke) goes… A young man decides to enlist in his country’s armed forces. The commanding officer, wanting to see how prepared the young conscript is for battle asks him a rhetorical question, “You’re on the battlefield and you see two enemy soldiers approaching. What would you do?”
Part II BY MARIA TITIZIAN We left the now-beloved city of Ani behind, but a secret promise was made to return one day only for her. Spending a few hours in that once majestic Armenian capital currently on Turkish territory was fiercely unfair to its history, heritage and legacy…it warranted days, weeks perhaps even a…
I went with zero expectations. I was composed and surprisingly calm when we approached the land border crossing between Georgia and Turkey. My heart was not all aflutter, my brain was not in a state of readiness to absorb what I was about to see, there were no butterflies in my stomach. I assumed it would be a life-changing journey, but little did I know that it would take me almost six years to write about the experience. It has been and continues to be a process, both intellectual and spiritual.
Armenia has become a meeting point, an intersection where old friends and acquaintances meet up, sometimes through careful planning, sometimes even unexpectedly on a busy street corner in Yerevan or at an ancient church or in a forgotten, remote border village.
In 1974, Yasser Arafat, in a historic speech at the UN General Assembly said, “I come bearing an olive branch in one hand and a freedom fighter’s gun in the other. Do not let me drop the olive branch.”
Every city has a particular smell. It penetrates through your pores and settles underneath your skin so you can’t escape it.
If you need to pull together a large dinner party on short notice, I’m the person to come to. Seriously. Just ask my sisters.
After centuries of being stateless, the First Republic of Armenia, 1918-1920 was founded thanks to the perseverance, valor and heroism of the Armenian people and their leaders.
In 1932, writer James Kieran used the term Brain Trust in the “New York Times” when referring to the close group of experts that surrounded United States presidential candidate Franklin Roosevelt.
The news hit me in the gut… “Our beloved Allen is gone, Sose is in a coma.”