Motherland, my graveyard!
And why do people usually remember their motherland at the deathbed?
Two huge four stored houses were built in front of our building. I don’t want to talk about the gardens around my building which were destroyed and more houses were built at the place around it, which in the past was the only building block in all the surroundings. Now not a garden is left, even if anything is left the community administration is selling them to those who can afford buying those areas and cutting our air by building more houses some ten meters away from our building. Instead of the non-lucrative trees only some new not fitting for the area restaurants, beer-drinking places, not bars exactly, and more houses rise. Most of them are still empty for the second year, the restaurant place is on sale yet it is half constructed and the cosmetic repairing is not done at all, because just on the half of the way it dawned on some very clever businessman that this place doesn’t fit for any restaurant. Just a waste of a soil! And money?
It was so unexpected for us when some people came and said that they had bought the soil where we had a garden with pomegranate, quince, lentil trees and vine. The thing was that we tried to carry over the area long time ago and when we’d apply for ownership they would refuse us. Once money is played, everything is sorted…for them. Luckily due to some contacts we could preserve half of it, and the other half will serve as a basis for another house.
But let’s come to the question I asked at the very beginning. Most of those houses are built by diasporans, the houses are ready to be lived in and yet… they are emptying for the second year. So where are the owners? Or is it a duty, some kind of an obligation to have a property in the motherland with the hope to return when something goes wrong in their current living countries?
Hey, we were growing plants and trees on that soil, which had their little contribution to the global oxygen reserves and they were nice, what will the emptying huge buildings contribute to? To the country’s financial growth? I don’t mean not to have houses to live in, but…
On this point let me tell a joke:
A diasporan says: “Mernem pidi Hayastanum (I shall die in Armenia)”.
To which a native Armenian asks: “Pardon, you mean you will live in Armenia?”.
The diasporan gets angry: “Asatsi MERNEM PIDI Hayastanum (I said I shall die in Armenia)!!!!!”
I’m not denouncing, I just have a request. Could you please build your houses some 2-3 years before you feel like wanting to die in Armenia? By that time some 30-40 years would pass and we could enjoy the nature around us and not have the picture of the emptying houses, which incidentally block the view of Ararat, well…. you see…, we like it as well and I’d also like to see it through my window, ok? Oh, yeah, by the way, there are patriots in Armenia as well. Or you know there’s another option, the center is destroyed anyways, so you could buy a penthouse on Northern Avenue, anyways those buildings are built for diasporans mainly.
I don’t mean to be rude and I don’t have anything against anybody, just I’m fed up with this situation. Right, let’s just build stone blocks around us, the economy will probably rise, all Armenians will gather at one place and we will live happy ever after… Hey, but wait… I don’t see any dweller yet. So what’s the point of dying in your motherland, but living all of your life abroad. Sign of patriotism? Well, graveyards are much too much in Armenia, I suppose with such a trend soon they will occupy the areas we live in, no kidding. So, let’s better die where we have lived, and let the motherland decide whether we are worth being given to the mother soil or not.
January 13, 2007 at 7:44 pm
Speaking of the Diaspora, Groong published an interesting “wish list” for Armenia and the Diaspora. Here’s what it says with regards to the latter.
The full list, which also includes wishes directed towards Armenia’s leadership, is here.
January 13, 2007 at 9:45 pm
It’s a tough task for Santa and if he’s also corrupted not much can be done there. Funnily we ask him mainly things which are unlikely to come true, or impossible at all. Although if everyone really minded their businesses we would give Santa a long vacation.
January 14, 2007 at 10:54 pm
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January 15, 2007 at 5:46 am
Could it be that the diasporan who said “Mernem pidi Hayastanum” was actually someone/people who years ago had to leave their birthplace—not eagerly, not joyfully, but reluctantly and with a heavy sadness in their heart that would remain always? Living a life as a foreigner in a foreign country; struggling to learn new ways; laboring in factories despite the fact they were educated; struggling with a new language and customs; always feeling like an outsider and made to understand that they indeed were and that they would always be that, yet keeping the love of their Hairenik always and dreaming that someday they would return, even if just to die. As they struggled in their “new country” they never forgot their roots, they never forgot the taste of the “sweet water” that was the “finest and tastiest in the whole world.” They did not just remember, but they taught their children and their children’s children to love, to always remember “Mer Hairenikuh!’ by helping Her, by serving Her, by doing all that they could for Her. In other words, they passed on the Flaming Torch of Love for the Hairenik—Armenia—to the children of Armenia not born there, but most definitely of that land.
Knarik O. Meneshian
January 14, 2007