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Personal

Wind of Change

As I reflect on these last moments of 2019… as we head into 2020 and the next decade… I look into the future full of uncertainty and promise

Uncertainty, because last month I left the Armenian service of Radio Free Europe / Radio Liberty (azatutyun.am).

Promise, because I have a world of opportunities and plans, one of which is my return to the civil society sector as the country representative of Media Diversity Institute and the launch of the IT help-desk project for journalists and human rights defenders.

I also should have more time and freedom to blog and podcast.

And while I will miss my wonderful team at Azatutyun.am, leaving it was my decision and I have no regrets!

So here we go! Farewell 2019, welcome 2020!

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Armenia Personal Politics

An Explanation

My half-built house in Yerevan…

I owe an explanation to the readers of my blog. I haven’t posted for quite a while. The reason – well, it’s complicated.

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Armenia Personal Society

Learning to Love Ourselves

This is the house where I live. It’s a huge ugly Soviet building. This is the car that I drive – it’s an old NIVA, which makes an unbelievable amount of noise and breaks down at most unexpected times. And I just love living here, in my rented apartment and driving this old NIVA which took me so much effort to buy.

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Armenia Personal

Just remember…

Nobody was spared. Everybody lost a dear one on December 7, 1988 in Gyumri… in Spritak… in Vanadzor… in the Earthquake zone.
I’ve come to regard the Quake as some sort of a turning point, dividing my life to pre- and post-earthquake lives. 20 years have passed since. I lived a whole different life in a different Gyumri – coming to view the Quake as a fact of life, as a part of my reality, a part of myself.
Today they’re spending 200 million Armenian drams ‘Marking the 20th anniversary’ of the tragedy. 200 million drams – to create great photo-opportunities for themselves and look as though they give a damn, and give medals to each other and to corrupt former-Soviet officials, who promised to rebuild the earthquake zone and never did it. Celebrating the 20th anniversary, as if there’s something to celebrate.
Watching all the fuss, all I want to do is shout: “Why don’t you all just shut up and let us quietly REMEMBER and think about our broken lives?!”