It was too close to home. The people who live downstairs from me (my apartment is in the center of Yerevan) do not have enough money to heat their home and are cutting down our trees in our backyard to heat themselves. Today I was speaking to a few of my close friends and thinking how I can help. I think I will approach them and ask them what they do (trades?) perhaps I can find them something or even hire them for something myself. The backyard looked sad after the tree cutting incident. It reminded me of Dilijian or the other foresty parts of Armenia right after the energy blockade, barren.
On another note I am currently looking for work here so I am running around going on interviews to find something I will truly enjoy. I have a few prospects and will keep you guys posted if anything happens to unfold in the near future.
My high today was the dogs that I keep feeding. They have gotten quite comfortable with me and we are actually becoming quite close. There are a few street dogs around my apartment, they are a gang if you will. Whenever I have leftovers and I see them hanging around I put two and two together and go out to feed the cute little mutts. Well today I was walking home from the store (which is quite far from the apartment) and I saw one of the dog crew. It was one of my favorites (lets call him tripod because of his permanent backleg injury). He recognized me and came up to me and stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. Smart dog.
Today I bought "The Best of Frank Sinatra" with that and my third round of "Siddhartha" I have a great night ahead of me.