An incident happened a couple of days ago and I�ve been toying with the idea of whether or not I should log about it but here it is.
On Monday morning I went down to Republic Square leaving half way through my meeting so that I could help take down the tents from the weekend of the Kenats festival. Since our stepladder was stolen, I approached this man in his fifties who was supervising the dismantling of the stage where the performances had taken place and asked if I could use his stepladder. This fat man stares at me and says �I remember you from Friday night, you gave me the finger� I was so dumbfounded I asked him what made him so certain that it was I? Firstly I would never give an old man the flick, let alone in Hayastan, secondly I was at the movies watching Ararat! This fat man was so adamant that it was me so I asked him� aren�t you ashamed of accusing me of such vulgarity�? Then a young man appears out of nowhere telling me that this fat man is a respectful man and that he wouldn�t lie to me. By this stage I was steaming and luckily my colleague was by my side and pulled me away. Needless to say I was quite shaken by the situation and really quite angry with this fat man.
Now on a totally different note, Carlos and I went to an exhibition last night on Architecture of Ani, which was great. Just outside of the building we met up with Sara and her friends and one of them was Hirair Baze Khacherian who was one of the photographers from the exhibition. He has visited 42 countries and taken photos of Armenian Churches old and new and has been to Western Armenia 6 times! Can�t tell you how jealous I was. We all ended up going to a Greek restaurant and while the food was great, the ridiculously loud music killed us, even though we sat in a separate room with the doors shut. It was a great evening hearing stories from the photographer�s experiences in Western Armenia.
By the way Ara, I still haven't seen Mama Manoogian but we have spoken on the phone twice.
On Monday morning I went down to Republic Square leaving half way through my meeting so that I could help take down the tents from the weekend of the Kenats festival. Since our stepladder was stolen, I approached this man in his fifties who was supervising the dismantling of the stage where the performances had taken place and asked if I could use his stepladder. This fat man stares at me and says �I remember you from Friday night, you gave me the finger� I was so dumbfounded I asked him what made him so certain that it was I? Firstly I would never give an old man the flick, let alone in Hayastan, secondly I was at the movies watching Ararat! This fat man was so adamant that it was me so I asked him� aren�t you ashamed of accusing me of such vulgarity�? Then a young man appears out of nowhere telling me that this fat man is a respectful man and that he wouldn�t lie to me. By this stage I was steaming and luckily my colleague was by my side and pulled me away. Needless to say I was quite shaken by the situation and really quite angry with this fat man.
Now on a totally different note, Carlos and I went to an exhibition last night on Architecture of Ani, which was great. Just outside of the building we met up with Sara and her friends and one of them was Hirair Baze Khacherian who was one of the photographers from the exhibition. He has visited 42 countries and taken photos of Armenian Churches old and new and has been to Western Armenia 6 times! Can�t tell you how jealous I was. We all ended up going to a Greek restaurant and while the food was great, the ridiculously loud music killed us, even though we sat in a separate room with the doors shut. It was a great evening hearing stories from the photographer�s experiences in Western Armenia.
By the way Ara, I still haven't seen Mama Manoogian but we have spoken on the phone twice.
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