Our car stops at a busy intersection some 100 meters away from Garegin Njdeh Square in Yerord Mas. The traffic lights do not work. The cars are near to fling over. The drivers do not want to make way for each other. Everyone steps on the gas and almost overrunning each other slow down causing a major pile up. Fortunately we are able to pull up in time and not to run those vehicles. After some attempts to move to the right or to the left, being at bay and already mad of the loud noise of signals, we finally struggle forward.
The car has hardly passed 100 meters and we notice a police car in a nook of the main street, so that the cars coming against can’t notice them from the distance. Certainly they are stopping the angry drivers who are racing along at top speed just having been caught in a traffic congestion and late of their work. And certainly the easiest way to get rid of those policemen is to pay 1000 dram which is not the price of the fine, but that of the bribe.
As we pass by, I say that I’d like to warn the policemen that there’s a problem with traffic lights at the intersection of which probably they are not aware, so that they have better practice their stick there giving directions to the drivers. “We are already late of our meeting, secondly, do you really think they don’t know about it, then why have they chosen exactly this place for settling down? There’s a point there: more productive way to take bribe”,- said my mum. Well, she knows better, I’m not a driver. But I still hoped that they don’t know about the problem.
The next day our car reaches the same intersection. The lights do not work again. The same messy situating. We are all but run by a lorry, but thanks God, we survive again. Now I admit that it was naive not to take my mum’s words for granted. No police car this time. So I suppose thе traffic lights haven’t been working for a long time and no one cares a dime.
The same day. I’m in a van which is driving up Tigran Mets Street.
Part of the carriageway is restricted into single lane working because of repairs and resurfacing causing another traffic congestion. It takes the driver 15 minutes to reach G.U.M. market where the situation is even worse because of another intersection. While the van slowly tries to fight its way and while the passengers make sounds of fear, I look through the window where on the sidewalk two policemen are arguing with one of the car drivers instead again demonstrating their skills with their sticks. More ten minutes and getting over the risk of being run by other cars the passengers take deep breath.
f the policemen do not bother to lift their sticks except bribery cases, isn’t it better to give it to those who at least will try to lift it in cases like these? Oh, yeah, I forgot, other cases are not lucrative, as the drivers for who they clean the way won’t pay them 1000 dram for their service.
A suggestion – let the motorway patrol be taken to a magician for gaining practice. At least the latter knows how to work their sticks.