Armenian 101

Foreigners vs Taxi Drivers 2- 1. How?

And I think I saw a tram, outside of Melbourne. Or is it really?

Here’s to navigating around Armenia, made easy.

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Yerevan, the Number 13, and Being Chinese.

“A sacred kiss beneath the sky, the open ether deep.
That which the wind, the atmosphere, the waters bear away
Is the Ideal—the lullaby sung to the soul asleep”- Madame Sybil, The Ideal

Translated by Alice Stone Blackwell.

Miss Hoggy has been quite morbid lately, hasn’t she? Nothing was as rosy as she would’ve like. It was the same morbid Miss Hoggy, prior to Yerevan for given the early boot, for being cold, and missing Chinese food (again, I know). It wasn’t ideal. Nothing in life can ever go your way. But she has to find ways around it, find ways to alleviate that morbidity. Hopefully the 13th capital of Armenia would do the trick. Not that the number 13 has any unideal connotation. Continue reading “Yerevan, the Number 13, and Being Chinese.”

My Tears

 I was alone with my pure-winged dream in the valleys my sires had trod;

My steps were light as the fair gazelle’s, and my heart with joy was thrilled;

I ran, all drunk with the deep blue sky, with the light of the glorious days;

Mine eyes were filled with gold and hopes, my soul with the gods was filled.

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