Decided to skip the cold, the snow, the ice and commercialization of holidays. Stayed in Yerevan for Christmas.
Looks like can't run from certain things.
(In Yerevan) the Canadian weather caught up with us in the second week of December and stayed with us for four weeks. The break came yesterday, the snow melting process started by hitting the trees, then the roofs: piece by piece the frozen ice detached itself and find its way into streets and onto unsuspecting passerbys. On the fourth floor of our hotel, the waterpipes that survived the phenomenal weather of minus twenty something of last week burst early this morning. Stoically we accepted the fact of soaked rugs and dripping ceiling. When it gets dry we have to renovate and repaint the damaged areas.
A piece of ice hit me this afternoon. I was reading today's issue of 'Haygagan Jamanag' (January 8, 2003), an interview with Ardashes Geghamian, one of the twelve aspirants for Presidency.
A paragraph caught my eyes (more like popped it), I translate,
Naturally, our people distinguishes between it's begotten son, (referring to himself), of this land and water, and a visitor who has come for games and wants to be transplanted on our land by artificial means. He won't succeed.
It's pre-election time. Time to discredit your opposition and opponents. Ardashes Geghamian is targeting Vartan Osganian, the Armenian who was not born in Armenia but moved to his land to serve his country, applied and received Armenian citizenship.
And in his haste, we all become target of his DISCRIMINATION. He is not scared of alienating Diaspora and expatriates (no votes to be gained from this pool). And this is the man who gave a different meaning to preelection campaign by taking it to Russia to search for voters in Russian power circles (and hence the debate/animosity between him and Osganian).
At the moment, "splashes of mud," is the way to describe the state of our streets and politics. I am sure it will change for good pretty soon.
Looks like can't run from certain things.
(In Yerevan) the Canadian weather caught up with us in the second week of December and stayed with us for four weeks. The break came yesterday, the snow melting process started by hitting the trees, then the roofs: piece by piece the frozen ice detached itself and find its way into streets and onto unsuspecting passerbys. On the fourth floor of our hotel, the waterpipes that survived the phenomenal weather of minus twenty something of last week burst early this morning. Stoically we accepted the fact of soaked rugs and dripping ceiling. When it gets dry we have to renovate and repaint the damaged areas.
A piece of ice hit me this afternoon. I was reading today's issue of 'Haygagan Jamanag' (January 8, 2003), an interview with Ardashes Geghamian, one of the twelve aspirants for Presidency.
A paragraph caught my eyes (more like popped it), I translate,
Naturally, our people distinguishes between it's begotten son, (referring to himself), of this land and water, and a visitor who has come for games and wants to be transplanted on our land by artificial means. He won't succeed.
It's pre-election time. Time to discredit your opposition and opponents. Ardashes Geghamian is targeting Vartan Osganian, the Armenian who was not born in Armenia but moved to his land to serve his country, applied and received Armenian citizenship.
And in his haste, we all become target of his DISCRIMINATION. He is not scared of alienating Diaspora and expatriates (no votes to be gained from this pool). And this is the man who gave a different meaning to preelection campaign by taking it to Russia to search for voters in Russian power circles (and hence the debate/animosity between him and Osganian).
At the moment, "splashes of mud," is the way to describe the state of our streets and politics. I am sure it will change for good pretty soon.
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