Rather crazy weeks those past weeks… everything happening all together in a short time… lots of works and news for me, so here’s some stories for you !
Quickly about the famous law’s more or less pleasant suites : I wrote to France 3 (A national public TV channel) to express how shocked I was by a show supposed to be a debate on the subject. In fact it was a ridiculous swindle (clearly no debate, only those against the law had the opportunity to express themselves). I got an answer though : it wasn’t exactly answering to the point I raised (I guess that they couldn't answer anything for that), but it announced that another debate was to take place on the subject before the end of the year. So I wrote again, to repeat again the true problem and hoping that there would be a real debate next time. We never know if it can be useful somehow, so never hesitate, there’s a real need for raising our voice when we think we’re right. And the fight against the genocide denying is right.
Pleasant confirmation of this point in the new album of a French singer Tété (that’s his name – needless to say I recommend him). The back of his new album’s jacket (le sacre des lemmings) had that note “Ne jamais sous-estimer le pouvoir du déni” (never under-estimate the power of denying). Tété is on tour in France, already sold out for his December’s Paris date, but he’ll be back in April, where I’ll take my chance. Maybe I’ll write him too, it’s also important to say when you appreciate! :o))
Next can be titled : “haygagan kordz or lack of consideration ?” It’s about the lack of preparation in my town hall (where I work), for welcoming correctly the mayor of Artachat, the Armenian twin town of Clamart.
The Armenian assistant of the mayor simply came in my office one day at 12h00. He knows I’m Armenian and often ask me when some Armenians of Clamart have town planning questions. This time he asked me if I would be able to translate the meeting between the Mayor of Artachat (came from Armenia) and the mayor of Clamart, as the usual translator wasn’t available… The meeting was to take place the same day at 16h00.
“EH ? And you’re looking for a translator only NOW ?!”
With another Armenian colleague we passed some emergency phone calls and finally found someone able to translate correctly. But during this, when I imagined myself trying to translate eastern Armenian with my western Armenian, I felt very much ashamed for Artachat and, as for me, like the clown of a bad joke… was also rather angry against this miserable organisation…
CHENE … More delighting was the next day’s story when I met some members of the Chêne association, for a paper I had to do, again in emergency, for France-Arménie magazine (bi-mensual French magazine I sometimes work for). Chêne helps rural development in Armenia and Artsakh, and organises each year since 15 years, during a week end in december, a braderie for selling the haygagan products born thanks to this help, amongst over sales. One can find excellent Christmas gifts ideas at that braderie and the profits are reinvested in Armenia, everyone’s happy.
I keep a precise memory of the first time I learnt about the association, in december 2001 when I had to cover the annual braderie for Ayp.fm radio (at that time I used to work for the student’s show). When I presented myself that day, looking for Hovahness Kultcheyan, the president of Chene France at the time, he was just in front of me and immediately wanted to give me a dry apricot coming from one of the village they helped in Armenia, “asor ham@ naye aghtchigs” ! He was so proud of that product sold at the braderie… This man is pure dynamism and generosity, a rare combination. Since 2001 he’d always saluted me kindly at the braderie without really remembering who I am. I never had the opportunity to reminding it to him (always busy when I met him at the braderie, again needless to say I go there each year since 2001).
Anyway this time, aysinkn this month, I interviewed the 2 ladies of Chêne in charge of the traditional Armenian craft industry, for a focus on the special exposure they’ll organise this year (Official Year of Armenia) at the Samuel Moorat Mkhit' Varjaran of Sèvres (the annual braderie also takes place there every year). …
During their interview, the same Kultcheyan had to interrupt us for asking something to the ladies. We began discussing of this year’s event, and at the end he asked me when the magazine was to be published. This is where I manage to mention something that remind him 2001. The transformation of his face was really funny ! As if he re-discovered me and again was so happy of it ! :o)))
At that present moment, this re-discovering was also strange for me, because in 2001 when I met him, I’d just finished my studies and was looking for a job… and now I’m getting ready for changing job ! I’ll work for another town hall next January. So, on the work side, I’ll leave this town where I grew up personally and professionally. This ain’t nothing after nearly 5 years of work !
It’s a photo taken today (I had the office’s camera on me, for checking something in town). A nostalgic and sunny Autumn : I went to primary school in the building behind that car of the town hall. Ending of a period, for beginning something else.
Another confirmation that times are changing… (Tété sung that too !)
Last but not least, is my current subject of investigation for FA, discovered by my brother in his lost village of the center of France. He went to a concert of a bluesman musician who occurred to be nothing else than Armenian, of course, Gaspard Ossikian. Apparently a genius that already played with the bests in US (if someone knows about him, I’ll take the info!) Of course he talked with him a long time after the hamerk, and then my brother called me to ask if it could be a subject for FA. And of course it will ! I shall meet him soon if everything goes on like well.
Promising new horizons again !
Ecco, long text, but it’s a nice glimpse on the Autumn’s beginning here, definitely special October this year !