The day's highs and lows

Earlier today I visited the World Press Photo exhibition that is on show at Kino Moskva on Abovian. This yearly exhibition tours the world and this is the second or third year it is being shown in Armenia as well. For many years I used to visit the exhibition when shown in Holland. As usual, this year's exhibition is a mixture of esthetically attractive (here, here and here), moving (here and here), upbeat (here), raw (here), and most of all thought-provoking pictures (most of the above plus many others). Well worth a visit if you are in Yerevan or whenever the exhibition is being held near you. The exhibition in Yerevan will last until November 12.

Later, I decided to take the metro back home and walk the last part instead of being dropped off by a marshrutka almost at the frontdoor. Between Yeritasardakan and Marshal Baghramyan stations an otherwise very normal looking guy sat across from me who had a big black swastika drawn on his bag. What the hell is he thinking?! I was really about to ask him this very question when he got up and left the train.

I'll end on a more cheerful note. Last night my boyfriend and I went out for a drink and we ended up with a bunch of his friends. At one point one of them started telling jokes in Armenian and I am somewhat proud to say that I understood two out of the three jokes from beginning to end, that is including the punchline. Usually I miss the funny part of jokes in Armenian (please, don't start a discussion now on whether there actually is a funny part to Armenian jokes! ;-) ), because there are one or two key words that I don't know. I guess I am getting somewhere in learning the language!