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No! No! You didn't understood me. I've actually have seen a villager from Armenia here in Montreal... their family have emigrated here, wonder if they still live here though.

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Well, you said you can't think of it as an acutal country. I am saying that it was probably both strange and exciting for you to meet a villager, whos ancesters back several generations lived and cultivated that land, grew grapes and made wine :)

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I can't still concieve an Armenian country. It's weird to think there is a land somewhere, where the national language is Armenian, where the names of the streets are writen in Armenian.  :huh: It's like in another universe. Am I the only one alienated like this?

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Neither can I. I can't conceive of a place that by international law belongs to the Armenians and they are the owners of that land. Also, I can't conceive of the idea that everyone talks Armenian because that is the national language of that country.

 

But what worries me is that when I go back there (or hopefully permanently move back) I might find myself to be yet another outsider looking in (just like I felt when I was in Germany, Sweden, and occasionally here, the U.S.)

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Neither can I. I can't conceive of a place that by international law belongs to the Armenians and they are the owners of that land. Also, I can't conceive of the idea that everyone talks Armenian because that is the national language of that country.

 

But what worries me is that when I go back there (or hopefully permanently move back) I might find myself to be yet another outsider looking in (just like I felt when I was in Germany, Sweden, and occasionally here, the U.S.)

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naaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... you'll fit in trust me.

 

One of my college friends, who was born in Iran and raised in the States, moved back couple of years ago. Now she's a typical Erevantsi, with the local lexicon and all. And she does not feel like an outsider at all :)

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I was reading an article today written by Silva Kaputikyan and I came across this passage and thought it would be appropriate here.

 

"... Hayastan aytselogh hayeri achqerum yes shat angam artsunqner em tesel, bayts yeritasard Gyulbenkyani` shik hagnvats, mshakvats-h@ghkats, hayeren bar isk chimatsogh, Evropatsin ayd hayordu achqerum haytn@vats@ urish er: Hogekan liatsumi, inchpes William Saroyan@ kaser, <>, lrivanalu, animanaliin, pntreliin verjapes hasnelu karotalir artsunqner ein dranq ..."

 

 

« ... Հայաստան այցելող հայերի աչքերում ես շատ անգամ արցունքներ եմ տեսել, բայց երիտասարդ Գյուլբենկյանի՝ շիկ հագնված, մշակված-հղկված, հայերեն բառ իսկ չիմացող, եվրոպածին այդ հայորդու աչքերում հայտնվածը ուրիջ էր: Հոգեկան լիացումի, ինչպես Վիլյամ Սարոյանը կասեր, «լման դառնալու», լրիվանալու, անիմանալիին, փնտրելիին վերջապես հասնելու կարոտալիր արցունքներ էին դրանք ...»

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Mtqer@ tanjum, Husher@ kanchum

Husher@ Tanum, MItqum paypayum

mtqer@ hognats, Husherin t@rvum

HUshern Ardnanum yev mitq@v t@rchum

 

te ur e t@rchum mitq@s im iys xenth

te ur e tanum janpan iys anverj

tekuz mashel e Tsup@s shat varuts

Tekuz kortsrel es Yeramn k@runki Biyst der gnum es,

Tanjum te indz yev te qez

 

Axx xenth im - mitq im - kangnir get mek varkyan

tor vor @emboshxnem hushers mek varkyan

mi moloretsru, xarrnir hin@ Ou nor

Tor vor yes gtnem jampan im molor

 

Husher@ kanchum, m@tqer@ tanjum

KArot@ xerdum, Huys@s mom dartsats varvum e mashvum

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Vay Armen jan!!!!! You are the best!!! That's my school and my neighborhood!!! I can't believe it.... How it all changed, judging from the pictures it's soooo beautiful... I had a flood of emotions from looking at the pictures. There was a cafe on Abovian, I used to go there with a tin pot to get some chocolate ice cream for Cafe-glasse. And there was a water fountain there with some of the best water I have ever tasted. I remember laying in our spacious bedroom with beige wall-paper and snow white bed covers, listening to the sounds of the water fountain, the sound of the heels on the asphalt and the continuous chatter outside. The branches of the trees on Abovian were almost shielding my window, making it look like we were facing a lush garden. Aaaaahhhh.... What did you do Armen jan?!!! :sadwalk:

 

Can you take some more pictures of little things and streets, I am so curious. I wonder if the big yard behind Abovian is still there, and Dyetski mir, is it still there?

 

By the way, the streets remind me of Madrid. In fact I remember when we first arrived there I had this weird feeling of familiarity; the streets reminded me of my childhood, especially the trees.

 

Thank you hokis.

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Can anyone take pictures of that street Keyvian, I think? It is perpendicular to Orbeli. I don't know if the names have changed. It was the route toward the bridge, and Hamalir, toward Hrazdan Get. Also, there is a little Russian Kindergarden on the corner of those streets, Keyvian and Orbeli, that's where I went. Someone TAKE PICTUUUUURES! Also, if you can go to the Embassy of Uzbekistan, that is where our old house was, but when we left it was torn down.
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Can anyone take pictures of that street Keyvian, I think? It is perpendicular to Orbeli. I don't know if the names have changed. It was the route toward the bridge, and Hamalir, toward Hrazdan Get. Also, there is a little Russian Kindergarden on the corner of those streets, Keyvian and Orbeli, that's where I went. Someone TAKE PICTUUUUURES! Also, if you can go to the Embassy of Uzbekistan, that is where our old house was, but when we left it was torn down.

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Mouse, those are ther areas where I wore out my shoes in my youth.

 

BTW, I think you are entitled to a political asylum and a piece of land in Uzbekistan ;)

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Vay Armen jan!!!!! You are the best!!! That's my school and my neighborhood!!! I can't believe it.... How it all changed, judging from the pictures it's soooo beautiful... I had a flood of emotions from looking at the pictures. There was a cafe on Abovian, I used to go there with a tin pot to get some chocolate ice cream for Cafe-glasse. And there was a water fountain there with some of the best water I have ever tasted. I remember laying in our spacious bedroom with beige wall-paper and snow white bed covers, listening to the sounds of the water fountain, the sound of the heels on the asphalt and the continuous chatter outside. The branches of the trees on Abovian were almost shielding my window, making it look like we were facing a lush garden. Aaaaahhhh.... What did you do Armen jan?!!!  :sadwalk:

 

Can you take some more pictures of little things and streets, I am so curious. I wonder if the big yard behind Abovian is still there, and Dyetski mir, is it still there?

 

By the way, the streets remind me of Madrid. In fact I remember when we first arrived there I had this weird feeling of familiarity; the streets reminded me of my childhood, especially the trees.

 

Thank you hokis.

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I had the same feeling when I visited Madrid, the dry air, middle of a landmass feel was definately there.

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Can anyone take pictures of that street Keyvian, I think? It is perpendicular to Orbeli. I don't know if the names have changed. It was the route toward the bridge, and Hamalir, toward Hrazdan Get. Also, there is a little Russian Kindergarden on the corner of those streets, Keyvian and Orbeli, that's where I went. Someone TAKE PICTUUUUURES! Also, if you can go to the Embassy of Uzbekistan, that is where our old house was, but when we left it was torn down.

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Wow, my grandmother used to work at the same kindergarden. :)

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I had the same feeling when I visited Madrid, the dry air, middle of a landmass feel was definately there.

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Eggzactly, the dry air and a landmass feel, you nailed it kakach! I am so glad that someone had the same feeling. I think that's one of the main reasons why I fell in love with Madrid. Probably more than Barcelona, in fact it was strange, when we returned to Madrid to fly back to New York I felt as if I returned home. I never felt that before about any other city.

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