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We refuse to pay 150 Dram for transport!- And Other Protests

Armenia is a country of protests; daily protests that take place all around the capital, particularly near the Opera and on the main streets with the embassies and government buildings. Within a few days, I saw 3 protests and took part in 2 of them.

The 1st was in front of the Russian embassy, where we were herded to the side, out of the officials’ view, against the inhumane treatment of an Armenian detainee accused of causing the deaths of 18 and the injury of 48 others. His lorry had experienced problems, possibly with the brakes or possibly with the tires, and turned over before crashing into a bus full of people. The Armenian driver of the lorry was taken to the hospital and given a woman’s robe before being paraded around in this during the court hearing, alongside being imprisoned while embarrassingly still wearing the robe and slippers.


The 2nd protest was near the Opera, against the low pensions that war veterans receive today. The amount is truly pitiable, an extremely low step taken by our oligarchical government. War veterans receive 30-50,000 drams, between $75 and $125 a month. Boggles my mind how one can expect another to live with such a measly amount. 20130721_202938 20130721_202957 20130721_202950

The third protest I so enthusiastically took part in began before the parliament building and our march took us from street to street until we were on some of the busiest ones. Here, we stopped the buses, removed any signs that indicated the pay to now be 150 drams, and stuck all over the transports flyers and pictures that condemned the raising of the prices and demanded we all pay the original fare of 100 drams. 100 drams is just about 23-27 cents, depending on the exchange rate. There were buses that had refused to increase the fare and taxis about which would take people to certain places for free. We got honks of support and cheers of approval. We increased our numbers as we walked and cried out at every corner that we, and only we, can protect our own rights. People joined as we walked by, store owners peeked out and stood on their doorsteps to watch or cheer on their support, and the people standing at every stop were encouraged to follow example and refuse to pay the new amount.

Together, with the whole country doing the same thing, we can make a difference. In Armenia, you ride the bus and pay at the end. As such, each and every citizen is encouraged to pay 100 drams before jumping out, encouraging those around them to do the same. Let’s drop this guise of a sheep and stand up tall with head held high. The people hold the power, they just need to realize that it lies in their collective strength!

Life is as fickle as the rainfall’s trickle…

Life is a fickle thing.

It appears loyal to the young and quite dreadful to the elderly, but trusting in life to stick around is as foolish a notion as expecting a fish to breathe on land. Life does not care a fig about our expectations, our hopes and our dreams. It cannot be tamed like a horse, caged like a bird, but will break free of any and all barriers, striving for its freedom. It is worse than the wind, blowing through time, bowing to no one, stopping for nothing. It can become a hurricane or know the gentle lull of the breeze.

Without a doubt, however, life is given to an individual for a reason, and for a reason it is taken away once again. It may be fickle to the human mind but none can call it careless or vindictive. Sometimes it is born into the world to do good, sometimes to open another’s eyes, and always to cause a domino reaction. One cannot say why a life is given or what purpose a young life served that was taken too quickly. It is one of the great mysteries of our world. Some would believe there’s nothing more than meets the eye. I disagree. We all have our purpose, and once served, we are no longer necessary. Sometimes it’s the death in itself that is needed to cause the chain reaction. No matter why things occur, it’s impossible to fight life’s decisions. We are merely mortals, specks of dust in the vast universe. Neither time nor life itself will listen to our cries.

Each life is precious, for it may be snuffed out at any given moment. Take advantage of life. Cherish the moments that brought you joy and sweep from your mind those that caused you misery. Laugh with abandon and let your heart find pleasure in the most simple of moments. Capture the good and discard the unnecessary, for life is fickle and time waits for no one. Our hopes and dreams do not matter in the larger scheme of things. For those reasons alone, create the image of yourself you wish to be remembered as. For when life has betrayed you and a cold coffin has been made to lay you to rest, memories are all that will remain….

A Turk’s views on the Genocide- Really Good Article!

“As important as these points may be, I believe that all Turkish people need to know and accept one simple truth: somewhere, somehow, an ancestor of theirs may have taken the life of an innocent Armenian person just because that person was Armenian. When this information is understood, genuinely accepted, digested, and settled into the hearts and minds of every Turkish person, then, and only then, can we all start a new chapter. In that chapter, the discussion will no longer be an argument about the term genocide, the definition of intent, or the total tally of killings on either side; it will simply be a discussion about the question we want to leave for our children to consider: how do we deal with the “other” — that is, those seen as different or foreign.”