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Denial Awards

October 25, 2007

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Moscow nightmares – Life in fear

January 29, 2007

Moscow, 23 pm.
We take metro, my station is the last one, so I farewell my friends in the half way. As I get to the final point I try to get through my relative who is supposed to meet me at the metro exit. But I’m out of coverage, so I can’t call her. As I reach the final steps of the underground I notice a group of young Russians at the exit. My phone still refuses to work.

“It’s dangerous, never walk alone in Russia” as I remember people’s advice to me. I’m well aware of the innocent deaths of many Armenians (mentioning the last case and the ones I blogged about in the past). I want to chicken, but I also have to walk some 500 meters alone. I gather my black hair and cover with my hat, round the scarf over my mouth, put the cell-phone into my pocket, clench my fists ready for hitting if anything, and do my fastest and biggest steps ever in my life. Don’t ever remember me dreading so much. As I walked, I tried to peep back to make sure that no one follows me. When I turn to the corner my phone works and I call my relative asking her to open the door. “What? You are downstairs?”,- she utters.


Moscow nightmares – What’s the difference

January 29, 2007

Moscow. Daytime.
A relative and I get into the metro train and occupy the seat in the end of the carriage. We start talking. A middle aged man with a brief case, sitting in front of us is looking at us strangely. Finally he sits on the edge of seat as to be closer to us and to be heard. Instead, we feel the vodka with which he stinks.
– Do you know that Georgian girls are being caught here as well?, – he asks with as if nothing meaning but mean smile.
I look at my relative, she hints me not to react. The man is gazing at us boorishly.
– But we are not Georgians,- answers my relative with a smile and we again go on talking to each other.


Getting rid of the enmity

January 24, 2007

As I went into the crowd gathered at the Liberty Square to say the last farewell to the great and brave person, I was attentive to what was on people’s lips. – “Did you see what’s happening in Turkey? So many Turks went out to support him and claim for justice”. These was mainly what I’d hear, and those weren’t just words. People here were astonished and in the meantime admired by the willingness and readiness of the Turkish nation in their struggle to protect Dink’s name and claim to take down the Article 301.

Which Armenian would ever suppose that a Turk would go out for a demonstration with posters “We all are Armenians”, “We all are Dinks”? Stuck in this country with only news on the political relations between two countries and biased claims for acknowledging the genocide, against which incidentally Hrant’s fight was, we would only have the anger, resentment and disdain for the other nation. But what happened? Has something really moved? Did Hrant Dink’s conscious death really make a bridge between the chasms created between these nations?

And I dare say – yes, it did. As far as I see those excited people flooding the streets of Istanbul, Turks and Armenians gathered at the same place with one and the same goal – justice, understanding, freedom and Peace. As far as I see the reaction of Armenians, my relatives, my neighbors, my friends and my acquaintances, who before were negative towards the Turkish people, but now their actions, attitudes and emotions are being changed. The ice is melting…


Hrant Dink – Lamenting the Loss

January 21, 2007

… And for a moment the world sighed and got petrified… a short silent came after, which was later followed by persistent noises of someone’s cry, someone’s scream, someone’s complaint or who knows, by someone’s joyous chuckling… because someone who would always struggle for making his voice be heard was shut… forever…

Both of the nations have their great loss, they lost one more person – speech freedom fighter- on who many people pinned their hopes in solving now a global made problem. The atmosphere is sad and tense… many things were said, but more blood is shed than actions…

“We faced many problems, but now we are used to them…dranc el harmarvats enq” – I remember his words during one of the interviews on TV.

,,, Shall we always have victims for some problems to be raised louder than ever and for bringing people to their senses? How many people should fall victims yet??? And who will punish…who will stop???

We struggle the fear with fear that the fear will struggle us…
The world will never forgive the assassinator the loss of its hero… It shouldn’t!

Dink knew that the cost of his word was his life. I bow before this great man, before his courage…

So much was said, I don’t want to be repeated,,, I lament the loss,,, I thank all of those who organized the vigil to mourn the loss of Hrant Dink. I attended it and wish more people came, wish people were deeply concerned with the things happening around them. Life in Armenia has more on it as well as some photos of the vigil and latest news may be found at Oneworld Multimedia here and here.


Russian pop-singer Jasmine beaten by skinheads?

July 4, 2006

I was in shock when I learnt the news of Russian pop-singer Jasmine being severely beaten up for two days in the settlement Zhukovka. I thought probably this is another chain of rumors unless I found this in Russian International Network site.

Pop-singer Jasmine was delivered from the settlement Zhukovka into one of Moscow hospitals with the numerous injuries and the brain concussion, media report.

On Tuesday the emergency service received the call from the settlement Zhukovka. The doctors arrived to the place found there the well-known singer, whom at first they could not recognize because of the numerous abrasions on her face.

The girl was taken to the hospital, where after examination she was diagnosed to have closed craniocerebral injury, the break of the back of nose, plural hematomas and asthenic syndrome. The singer was in the deep psychological shock.

Jasmine told to the doctors that she had been beaten for two days; however, she refused to talk to the journalists. After rendering the first aid to the singer, the physicians sent telephone message into the militia, since, judging by the nature of injuries, they could have criminal origin. At the present moment the police conduct investigation on the fact of causing serious damages, criminal case is not filed so far.


Georgians and nationalism, parks and cafes, churches and kisses

June 21, 2006

Tbilisi. Lake Kur  

 I want to start with saying that the conference which was supposed to be held in Georgia, was postponed, and we found it out only on Georgian boarder and having no other way as it was late to push us on past
Yerevan, we decided to continue our trip. Speaking frankly I was even happy. This meant that I would be free and had the opportunity to go to the places of interest of Tbilisi, which I never managed during my two previous trips. 
 The trip was a splendid one. I was on the front seat next to the driver and chatting all the time not letting him  get tired or so. The fairy-like nature in Dilidjan and Idjevan is so enchanting that one cannot drive his eyes away from it. I was open to all impressions and I let my thoughts take colour from what I saw. Enjoy  the pictures I took, but don’t judge them, I’m an amateur.

Tbilisi From my first two trips I got the impression that Georgians are nationalists from head to foot. When you ask what the price of a thing is in Russian they whether ignore you, as if you are a ghost, or declare that they don’t understand Russian and that you’ve better study Georgian. Well, in such situations I hardly resist myself and just leave avoiding any kind of misunderstanding. Shall I explain a man of  50 that his attitude is rude or wrong? He will argue with me, as was the case when once I tried to do it, insisting on his blind nationalism. They posses that feeling so deeply, that they even refuse selling anything from what they have.  Their “you-don’t-know-georgian-so-go-and-study” attitude awfully annoys me and each time remembering those incidents I nearly go mad.  Every time I want to be self-assured that those are only some exceptions and that not every Georgian has that manner, but it must necessarily be me who always faces such situations. (more…)