Letters from Armenia, by Antoine Terjanian

Lettre 39: La Légende de Yéghéguiss ( Եղեգիս , Yeghegis en anglais) * Եղեգիսի Առասպելը vendredi, 8 novembre 2013   Il y avait une fois,** il n’y avait pas une fois, il y avait  un petit roseau amoureux de sa voisine, une rivière.   Il était maigre et pas beau, elle était jolie et fière.  Jour et nuit le petit roseau chantait des histoires d’amour à sa voisine. Et, comme elle se sentait très gracieuse, elle se faisait coquette et prêtait la sourde oreille à son sifflotement qu’elle trouvait étrange. Au printemps, elle devenait assourdissante, en se moquant de ses avances et allait se jetter dans le lit de l’Arpa (confluent de l’Araz, 5 kms plus loin). Elle le taquinait souvent dans ces périodes printanières en sortant capricieusement de son lit pour lui chatouiller les pieds. Le petit roseau en était tout comble et attendait impatiemment le retour du printemps pour ce contact avec sa maîtresse. Un jour une bande de cavaliers fous ve

These are the links to the trailer of a new movie, about to be released by “Bars Media” in Yerevan : https://vimeo.com/53414030 , and this one too: http://vimeo.com/62644284 . We met Vardan Hovhannisyan, the manager of Bars Media http://barsmedia.am/ , in 2002, when we first began our volunteer work in Yerevan . He gave us the keys to their small studio on Orbeli St. on our first meeting, so that I can teach folk dances to our volunteers and other interested 'repats'. Vardan himself joined us for the lessons and learned to dance with us. Vardan is a former Karabagh war journalist and war prisoner whose studio has produced many other movies, notably, “A Story of People in War and Peace”, a film about the Karabagh war; “ The Last Tightrope Dancer in Armenia” and the hilariously interesting “Donkeymentary” about the island of Lamu in the Indian Ocean off of the Kenyan coast. Later in 2002, our son Toros came for a visit and was immediately recruited by Bars Media to he

Like many others in Armenia, Gagik has had to leave Armenia to find work. He could not keep up with his debts. He went to Siberia, where he hopefully has a decent paying job so he can pay back his debts and attend to his family's needs. Our French friend Dominique sent him another EUR 250; sadly, the automatic teller ate EUR 30 before he got them.

Il y avait une fois, il n’y avait pas une fois, il y avait [*] un chauffeur aux cheveux blancs qui avait un jeune garçon de deux ans quand je l’ai rencontré. Il attendait au bas de la montagne, sur la route qui mène à Erevan avec 3 passagers. J’allais prendre le minibus (marshroutka) pour 1 200 drams, un des passagers m’ayant reconnu, me proposa d’être le 4 e passager de la Lada de Gagik pour 2 000 drams et d’arriver à Erevan plus vite. Depuis je l’ai vu plusieurs fois non loin de l’arrêt des minibus, et, voyant qu’il voulait du travail rémunérant, j’ai commencé à lui proposer de petits travaux et de longs trajets. Nous l’avons aussi recommandé à ceux qui nous visitaient en Arménie et ils ont aussi apprécié sa gentillesse, son sérieux et son exactitude. Un jour il me demanda un emprunt de $ 500 pour pouvoir installer lui aussi une salle de bain avec toilette aux normes occidentales dans sa maison, ce qui lui permettrait de recevoir des visiteurs et supplément

Lettre 35: Gago gets his watch I am pleased to announce that yesterday, a generous lady from New York visited  Yeghegnadzor and gave Gago the watch he had dreamed about. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the Frenchman who had suggested he would bring Gago a watch, was not able to come to Armenia as planned--his wife was newly pregnant. We wish the family a healthy baby and mother. Gilberta Fass read about Gago on my blog (see my Letter # 32) and wrote me to ask if he had gotten his watch. When I said no, she offered to bring him one. You can see his happy face on the attached videos. Thank you dear  Gilberta. Antoine S. Terjanian Went there to move mountains, one pebble at a time

Letter 34: Armenia 2 – Ireland 1 (But the Irish moved on to qualify because... I brought our flag early!) Vachik, our young corner grocer, about 150 meters down from our house, asked to borrow our large Armenian flag to parade it in Yeghegnadzor at 1:00 am Wednesday Oct 12, if Armenia wins the game against Ireland and qualifies for the 2012 World Soccer Cup. I agreed, but the issue was: Would we be up at 1:00 am so he can borrow it then? I told him that we usually go to bed before 10 pm. On the evening of Oct. 11, I was going to buy milk, so I decided to take our flag down to Vachik, to save him coming to get it that evening. He felt a bit uneasy accepting it, because it is bad luck to brag before actually winning a game. Nevertheless, he took the flag and told us he had planned to watch the game at the Vayots Dzor Café, down on the main Yerevan-Artsakh highway, where it was to be projected on a large outdoor screen. We don’t have a TV here, but when we heard of the large s