i came back to yerevan to find this note from a friend named saro who has spent his last few months working here through birthright at the ministry of foreign affairs. i was so inspired after reading the letter i thought i would convey parts of the letter to you. on second thought here it is in its entirety. saro, we have enjoyed having you here as a friend and a fellow mountain mover and we hope you return soon.
saro writes:
Friends, family (whats the difference anyway, you are all on the list),
The feeling I get when I think about leaving Armenia is anxiety. Its like knowing that I am getting teeth pulled, or a series of painful shots or I have to give a speech in front of a large audience. Its definetely anxiety though. Though four months may seem insignificant when compared to the length of human life, it is enough to get settled comfortably and make an impact in one's thinking.
"Memory is a very real part of life in Armenia. More a part of life than in any other place I’ve been. Memory is not ignored. In fact, it is revered. To forget is sin. To remember is eternal life."-- spoken by a good friend of mine, Rachel Goshgarian.
I've often had trouble explaining the sociological / psychological elements of Armenian culture (Diaspora included), but this statement puts it very well (it may not relate exactly to what I have to say, but I really wanted to share it with you). Even though we may not have actually lived the past hundreds of years, we feel them through the connections within our extended family and through our friends. All Armenians seem to know each other in one way or another, its very much a six degrees of separation game. Whether you are in Yerevan, Marseille, Moscow or Racine, Wisconsin, you can probably link one Armenian to another somehow.
The Armenian language is full of so many intense expressions ... from the overused "tsavet tanem" (let me take your pain away) to the amusing "mernem kez" or "ies ko gyankit mernem" (let me die for you or let me die for your life). Everytime I hear these, especially the latter, I can't help do anything but smile ... Or everyone referring to each other as "aper-jan" or "kuyrik-jan" (brother or sister). Ironically, I came all the way to Armenia and found a cousin (of my uncle's (but in Armenian families, everyone is truly a cousin), who I had never previously heard of. My cousin often says "We are mad" ... I am really appreciative of that madness.
You meet a lot of inspiring people in Armenia - the real do-ers. People that act, not just talk and are full of it, though there are plenty of those in Yerevan as well. Many say they want to come here, but they don't ... Others say they want to help, but they don't .... many Armenians say "every Armenian shares a piece in restoring Armenia", but I think I would extend that to the rest of humanity. Non-Armenians in Armenia often say "I'm not Armenian" when talking about emotional issues like the Genocide and the horrid relations between Armenia and its neighbors, so as to distance themselves. "I'm not Armenian" ... meaning 'I don't have any historical connection to the tragedies in recent Armenian history' or 'I don't understand how to empathize'. I recently had a conversation with a Swedish couple (here working with different international projects) about this statement. You don't have to be Armenian to feel the double standards of the world working around you, you don't have to be an ethnic Armenian to understand the world sucks. You just have to have a some type of thought process and not been completely devoid of emotion. There are many in all communities - like Mexicans marrying Armenians in LA, French marrying Armenians in Paris ... that adopt the language and feel what I am talking about.I hope that that rant did not drive you away -
Last Friday, I went to the Ethnographical Museum at Sartarabad ... Sartarabad is an important place for Armenians. It is the last stand - where Armenians defeated the Turks in 1918 - who wanted to push East to create a "pan-Turkic" region. They say that if the Armenians did not win this battle, there would be no Armenia today. Though I am not usually the type to visit museums, I was glad a got a last minute opportunity to go to this museum. It is filled with centuries old artifacts and Armenian crafts, carpets (which is derived from the old Armenian word for carpet - a few letters got switched), old wine making tools, weapons, clothing, khatchars (cross-stones) and much more. Because the museum is so close to the border with Turkey, it is the best place to take a photograph of Mount Ararat (where Noah's Ark is said to have landed). For those of you who have not heard, though Mount Ararat and the surrounding region (the city Kars) are located in Turkey, up until the early twentieth century, they were largely Armenian.
A group of us went to Barekamavan again recently - it is the same village that I visited last month and sent pictures of. This time, we made a donation of several shovels, rakes, buckets and seeds as to help the villagers to make work a little easier. The arable land that they had before the conflict with Azerbaijan is now mined and prone to sniper fire. The school has been kept in pretty good condition, however, they have a basketball court and gym with no equipment. The books were salvaged from the old library and brought into the school where they lie in heaps all over the floor and in bags. The auditorium/library is in bad shape ... you'll see from my pictures. But despite all the tough conditions these people live in, they are among the nicest in the country. Before the downturn (crash of the USSR and the war), they were openly travelling and trading with their neighbors. Nationalist rhetoric from both sides spread from the cities to the countries and violent conflict ruined these people's lives. A village like Barekamavan would be a perfect summer volunteer project - repairing the school, spending time with the people and simply letting them know that the world has not forgotten that they are there.
I have to say one of the most beautiful places - maybe my favorite - in Armenia is Marmashen Vank past Gyumri in the Shirak Region. While most monasteries are situated on high cliffs and winding roads, Marmashen is located on a low ground, so you actually drive downhill to reach it. The monastery itself is average, however the surrounding streams and waterfall are incredible. I urge you to check out my pictures and see what I'm talking about.Otherwise, all else is going normally. My cousin Steve visited for 6 days - during which I presented I tried my best to present all there is to do in Armenia. If you're planning a trip here soon, plan at least 2-3 weeks. Any shorter than that, you'll miss out on visiting some of the most beautiful and fascinating locations. I think within 6 days, we got a good number of restaurants (Square One, CCCP, Mark's Thai Cuisine, Nor Dzeraberd, homemade food and the ever important Marriott).
It was a good time had for all.At work, I have written and put together a new section of the site called www.armeniadiaspora.com/europe. Its about the activities of Armenian communities across Europe, including genocide recognition, quotes from European officials, news articles on Armenian issues in regards to Turkey's negotiations with the European Union ... Support my efforts by checking it out. Even if you are not familiar with the issues, this can be your introduction. The section is largely put together, but its a constant work in progress and I continue to research and find more information. PLEASE READ IT TODAY.
To celebrate the departure, there will be a big dinner at Chez Garo. In classic Western Armenian style, we will kef over su beureks, manti, tas kebabs with fasoulye, tahn and much more. On Sunday, we will have a chocolate cake eating contest at Square One, which should be a disgusting, but entertaining time ...Otherwise, I hope to stay in touch with you all. I hope these updates have held your interest ... return the favor every once in awhile. Writing is one of the best things to do when you are stressed, bored and need something to do to relax your nerves.
Next week, I set out for London and Manchester ... here we go ...Before I peace out - I wanted to thank those who have helped me / shared this experience with me - Sylvie, Rob, Rachel and Audrey especially ... For a dose of normalcy ... The shouting and dancing in the streets ... Always being at Square One ... Moshi moshi ... My parents and brother ...
Alright folks,Take care,hope you are well,over and out,hatchoghutyun (success),
Saro jan