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Stepanavan barking dogs ... and pass away.

"Since it had to start at one end, they began first to get rid dogs. " They, are the Young Turks of the Committee of Union and Progress who overthrew the last Sultan of the Ottoman Empire in 1909. Their march towards progress, therefore, began by hygiene measures with no return of the exiled countless dogs Istanbulites wandering on a deserted island and concomitantly, the massacre of some 20,000 Armenians. Old tradition dear to the Sublime Porte and how to get your feet wet for the great genocide of 1915 (1.5 million deaths) that could be accomplished more calmly in the confines of Asia Minor that the rest of world was at war. "

This excerpt from an article pilfered without any feeling of regret or shame on my part (but then no ...) comes from the site The regimental angels (quoting the sources anyway) and speaks of a book that any respectable man and well educated must have in their library.
This book is Turkish Night of Philippe Videlier , researcher at CNRS (where he led a hard life), historian and author, among other things, a book on this beautiful and misunderstood what common Décines . (The twin city of Stepanavan, should you still remember?).


What relationship with this dear city of Stepanavan? will you tell me ... Patience dear reader. Let me explain, impatient reader, unaccustomed to the slow and dainty news quickly absorbed speeds forgotten ...

Here it is the reason for this post, dear reader! Attention, get ready, it will hurt.


Last week, in full concentration on this website yet unknown general public ... -What's it called again? Ah yes, Facebook ...- I hear a bang. Like a shot. And that, very close to my home to me.
I open the window ... and the only thing I see at night (like my black sourdj morning, as the public lighting Stepanavan almost no) is the end of a gun protruding from the window of a car enters a roundabout ... very slowly. American film noir kind of leap years. The fog, cold, shadows ... You see the trick.

Taking my courage in tomorrow two hands, I decided to close my window and return right away to my business.
Ten minutes later, a new shot ... surprise re-, re-I rise sharply, reopening the window ... except that, I mean something ... like a breath, a kind of stifled groan ... and then nothing. I see one or two dogs spinning in circles, obviously disturbed by something. I grabbed my camera and being outside to have the heart net. And then I fall over:

I call again my guardian.
Transcript of our brief but informative conversation

- "Armine jan, is it normal to Stepanavan to shoot stray dogs at night?

- Yes yes ... it's normal. Many poor families can not feed their babies leave the dogs in the street and sometimes they are killed because there are too many.

-OK. .. tomorrow, Armien January "

NO HOW ...

Here ... This flash photography reminds me that I must speak Film Serge Avedikian, Bitch history, which won the Palme d'Or at Cannes this year in the short film category. ;

Here's the synopsis: " Constantinople 1910. Too many stray dogs in the streets. The government is seeking, with European experts, how to get rid of them before deciding alone to deport 30,000 dogs on a deserted island off the city. "

How? It does remind you of anything?

OK, the output is here. Go oust!

EPILOGUE:

Thirty minutes later, the sound of a chest that closes loudly. I open my window again. The dogs have disappeared.

The next day, a red spot on the sidewalk bleeding as a souvenir.

People pass by without noticing anything.

The life goes on ... Stepanavan

Some useful links for the more curious among you:

A small presentation interesting book on Radio Armenia Videlier

Videlier An article on the "forgers of the past" on the website of Le Monde Diplomatique

The little encyclopedia of the Armenian genocide

Presented bitch History by himself "Avedikian

The link to rent or buy the strapped Avedikian

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art, beauty or emotion?

A small digression that crossed my mind: what the art successful? Are we succeeded his artwork because it makes it beautiful, or are we the success because we know there to get the emotion?

For some, art must first be beautiful. We measure the art in technical terms, noting if it meets specific constraints, it is "standards of beauty." It uses complex elements, whether forms or methods in painting, technical prowess in music, poetry, technical terms ... And yet, what about all these efforts if the final result is bland and soulless?

more I see art as a message of emotions, evoking moods and feelings. Whatever it is less beautiful, no matter it is cooler, no matter it is more cruel topics such as malaise, melancholy, death and depression will never effectively transported by an art "beautiful." Therefore, there will use darker tones in painting, sounds more aggressive and tortured in music, poetry crudest terms ... Will it be yet lower quality? I think not. And at least it will be more meaningful.

back to our art "beautiful" then. A search for beauty too, do we not lose everything gradually aware of emotions that could carry? This beauty would it not then the ruin of the soul for this art, depriving it of all its evocative power?

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So, I count on you to be the architects of the emotion and not just manufacturers of beauty.

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(In) tolerance

There is much talk of "tolerate" others. Yet if I look at what the dictionary thinks, I see that "tolerate" is a synonym for "bear". If I look at this time the definition of "support", I see "difficult to accept the presence of someone or something". Oh yeah ok, so basically, asking to be tolerant of others, we are asked to endure all the nonsense, lies and other nonsense from them we can read and hear? Amazing concept.

But I'd rather not imposed upon me to support this basic irritates me or disgusts me. I do not really want to tolerate those insignificant, narrow minded or limited, it would lie to them. What worries me even more, so, it is still the source of hypocrisy is tolerance, we end up bearing his neighbor, not that we love, far from it indeed, but still polite, courteous, smiling and everything nice. Behind his back, after we will gladly few picks, but we do moderate, it should not escape the "tolerance" of its next!

No, I do not tolerate idiots, I do not tolerate liars, I do not tolerate the concept of tolerance that drives us to feign indifference or acceptance of what we do not, what would we condemn, but does not mind by "politically correct". I do not tolerate those who tolerate those they dislike because they are false and hypocritical. And I'm honest.

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Puzzle human

Today, I was asked who I was and why I existed, and I was arrested. I may be poorly explained, so I think it may be useful to clarify things! As I speak, I am Inari, simply creating a wacky mind of a boy at the time in an identity crisis, or simply ill at ease.

If it is nothing of all this today on, and there are more problem identification or discomfort, it is through me that you just tell his story, or simply sharing his experience, courtesy of my existence '. It's just a manner of speaking, not an unhealthy process or obscurantist, and besides if you think that, I suggest you keep an open mind, you must have great need. You can start by reading all these messages on reflection really this time, you may see more clearly.

But what experience these things have they made? Vile lie that all this will you say, deep deception as "pretending to be a girl." I think things went beyond of that, an entirely different stage, so that no one like me at that time known only held against me or accused of any "lie". Strange, is not it, for you who will see a surge of pure mythomania? I believe that all people perceive things differently, and each is forging his own experience following the experiences. By adding a second personality, my dear host was able to discuss different ways, expand his mind by watching the reactions to her unusual feel differently, perhaps even restoring confidence through the feelings that I focused, but more importantly, he gained confidence. These discussions, these different views, these new emotions, all of this has forged a new learning experience, both culturally and socially.

Becoming Human, by understanding the feelings of others, thinking before you condemn me because I tried to do, and you? Think about it ... If you continue to imagine that I have an unhealthy mind too, I think I'll end up thinking that yours is just too narrow.

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The program ... Renew your thoughts, be discipline, do not be likely, be firm. do not worry about what others say. discipline your mind to think big, to think what God says you are. think like a president, as a VIP. I see myself as God wants me to be. I do not care what people say. Champion is a program to succeed. pull a rhema to drop the logos of power of God. speak in tongues to build your mind. do not neglect worship. Think about the words. champtions's not likely. have the inner strength. you are a shining star, destiny to shine and illuminate the earth. Watch your thoughts.

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Compliments

- "Oh, you're really beautiful, I ..."

- "Go to another lovesick dodge. "

Yes but no, I protest strongly! Why is it that people now see the hidden meanings everywhere, including the compliments? Has there be no longer the law to tell someone that is beautiful, for example, without creating thousands of innuendo in his mind via a pathway leading to implicit wrong?

I'm still able to find nature beautiful, and I would say, but for people is less clear. However, I try to keep my sincerity. Who has not seen his heart warmed by a compliment or two? Would you have this habit be lost because of questionable and often incorrect interpretations? The man became suspicious of his fellows, but all this gives rise to a lack of candor in the end. Or is it the frank nature of the non-human, that would have made them suspicious about his fellows?

Have not you noticed how we sanitize our words to make them edible? We camouflage our criticisms to make them less sharp, and do moderate our compliments to make them less suspicious ...

So do not lose our ability to speak frankly with our hearts, namely as a compliment blame our surroundings for what they are or do. And most importantly, learn again how to listen to these words, without looking for meaning often implied absent without creating detours.

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"injured fox, fox dying ...

Lying among the trees cold, bare and leafless in the grip of pain, one can hardly say that the beast was still a few hours ago, a hero to his people, he protected the body and soul.

His slow breathing does not much hope, the hunter was hunted, killed by man, the hook has failed to address the lead. A fight unfair uncontested victory, but what pride for this "winner"?

The animal, however, is capable of something more powerful than man, such as face her pain. Painfully, he gets up and starts walking distance to the rocks a little further, on the edge of the wood.

The animal has not this quality, against the cruel man. It is also capable of dignity, even facing death. No tears this hero, no complaints, no scandal. He knows how to cope with fate, without dwelling on his fate, yet fatal.

The animal also has a vision for the honor more accomplished than that of her killer ... He who hunted not only for its needs and those of his own, that won him this senseless murder and unjustified?

Worn out, exhausted, he ends up falling all its weight among the rocks. Her gaze is troubled, his hearing becomes blurred, yet it can already hear the crows swirling around him, as the messengers of death.

Filled with cowardice and weakness, the hunter moves away. The hunted him, closes his eyes, a sigh of relief.

Is not the strongest who thinks so. Not winning the apparent winner. "

All this because the human race is that lice without scruple, no code of honor, without pride, without pity and without the slightest ounce of loyalty. The fighting most will never remain easily won great victories and cowardice will never pay. Do not stay human, challenge yourself !

(Inspired by "Wolves In The Throne Room - I Will Lay Down My Bones Among the Rocks and Roots")

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Depression. A term commonly used among today's youth . It is depressed at any cost. Who really is? I do not know ... Many are looking for an alibi, an excuse ... My host has he been depressed? I do not know. Demotivated, falling from nowhere to nowhere, yes. Without faith no more carrier, without lens, without interest in life, yes. Depressed ... who knows.

Anyway, my host does not like fashion. And depression has become the fashion of young pseudo-psychological distress. Without understanding the basics of this disease, it invokes all the sauces, as we leave an umbrella during a downpour. I think the real sick laugh many people there looking for excuses ... they still had the heart to laugh them.

So this whole chips unhealthy spiritual filth out of our minds clouded, and move forward. This passage has strengthened the spirit of my host, but it's past history. There is no need to put in the spiral of despair to demonstrate a Psychology rich and intelligent, or to feel emotions. There is no need that to appreciate the sadness of an autumn or winter melancholy. And will not suffer from this type of "depression" that will decide not to suffer.

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Monastery Sanahin: "Forgive me, O Lord, I confess any sin ...". In

When in Alaverdi and you want to go Sanahin to see his monastery dating from the tenth and thirteenth century, it is better does not rush his body with unnecessary physical effort, but rather to keep the economy of this country ... taking a bus. It is also responsible tourism and sustainable ...

Thus, you can enjoy the ride to watch the people, too, watching you, whispering in their ear neighbors (it is useless to whisper, I do not understand the Armenian ...) while throwing anxious glances and sometimes disapproving of my piercings and my long neck soon.

As usual, click on pictures to enlarge ... do not be afraid ...

Sanahin arrived at, a walk in the sun awaits us. Yippee! I love when the sun melted my neck and sprayed the retina of my delicate eyes. What a wonderful feeling ...

Hey, I borrowed this much ass for this little trip, but I'm not very confident capricious in these animals ...

Well, finally, after several complaints launched into space and a bit of resignation, we finally arrived at the place that interests us.

I will not retrace the history of the place ... lack of knowledge, but mostly because I do not envy. It's true what ... you just have to come to Armenia to learn everything. Or surf the Internet if you do not have time ... And do not count on me to make this easier by offering you a link ... Ah ah ah, I'm evil ...

The building is quite impressive, especially when you penetrate to the inside and the temperature suddenly drops 15 degrees without warning. Stone throughout the impression and inexplicable that it is better not to mufti or risk seeing the doomsday arrive earlier than expected ...

Just soak up the atmosphere then.

The black and white is required.

Back to color outside the monastery ...

OK, we can expect everything in Armenia. But here, the guys were still strong. After a few minutes walk, children's cries are heard ... A school is nearby. So nothing unusual, except that here ... when approaching a little, you come face to face with ... a MIG. Like that, without warning. Hop! J'te crazy it there instead of a khatchkar or source of water as there are approximately every 150 meters in this country.

Not ... then we did in the original ... in the supernatural, I would say.

So what?
megalomania of the mayor exceeded by the buzz around Tatev and his "biggest cable the world" (13 million euros, though, the bazaar ...) and decided to strike a blow? Paranoia of a people Sanahin desperate to leave town if climate catastrophe or nuclear war? Or are we just victims of poisoning caused by fumes emitted by the plant Alaverdi (see previous post )? No, none of this, dear reader ...

The explanation: This is the memorial dedicated to the aircraft designer Artem Mikoyan . He and his brother, Anastasius, president of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet (that is to say the Head of State) after Brezhnev, are from the city. And a museum devoted to them a few meters from here. We are thus reassured.

This is the only photo I wanted to take in the museum so enjoy ... Contemplate and meditate at length on that.

Too bad the sound is missing, you could hear the students sing softly singing a sort of religious fucks goosebumps ... But with a little imagination ...

MIG again to be absolutely certain that this is not a hallucination ...

A last view of the school and its lovely willow reminds me Selby Junior ... and yes, what do you all his references ...

Back at home, I read the book without any real conviction Armenia, Georgia, Karabakh Patrick Kaplanian (which I do not advise buying though ...) that kindly lent me Lucina, my teacher of Armenian center TAGS Stepanavan and that is in my toilet . A passage challenges me suddenly. I read page 260: "Tipping. The practice of tipping is very common. We left everywhere. For example in the man-with-the-key that you started the church." Dazed and

tremor on the toilet seat ...

OH MY GOD! I forgot to spin a pourliche the old lady who kindly and without ulterior motives-no-open this door of the monastery. She even placed behind a table with all his memories and postcards for me to take a nice picture ...

If in a week, you do not hear from me on this blog, consider this humble post as the last. God have me punished for this sacrilege, this shameful sin that I balance on the internet anyway ... because God knows everything anyway, it is well known.

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Belief

Is not it good to believe?

Belief is the limitless imagination. How to imagine a world totally rational and insipid, with so many things unexplained? Even if it were so, how to get to accept this sad and obviously losing our minds imagination? It is beautiful to believe. Me, I designed my own god, my own paradise, my own angels. Those who guide me, my loved ones, those that match my imagination. No mapping prefabricated, my god I want to be like, and its principles will be mine, it will be my hero.

And yet, how to join the preconceived belief of heroes? How many suffer from a lack of imagination as they are forced to join the existing visions? That's what I like to call "pack belief" in the world today. "Hi, you do not know who to believe? We offer a god already ready, angels like this, a paradise like this. You have nothing to imagine, sign here a little help, and presto you have signed up for 1-year membership renewable every 1st January.. "That's religions, it sells you a diagram, it makes you gobble concepts are taking advantage of your lack of creativity or imagination for you to lay an adulterated product and a liar. Worse yet, you wound on the wrong things to try your faith through a false ideology.

So Go ahead, join the priests child molesters and other unhealthy suicidal terrorists, go y. .. My hero is far nobler than yours.

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Last Wednesday, Greg, Rima (the daughter of Armine my tutor who works with me on the project) and I were in recognition for website Information Center Stepanavan. Our mission: to make us Alaverdi and specifically Sanahin , a small corn on hand to see his monastery, take pictures and come back in a hurry. a complex and dangerous task but essential for the proper conduct of the events.
For those who want to go to Alaverdi, there are a couple things to know before.
First, about the journey that is by bus, the Armenian mythology tells us that the distance between this city Stepanavan is only two hours. So here I will correct these sacred stories to tell you the truth, sad truth: count rather 2:30 or even three hours away.
And what a ride! Space Mountain, Armenian version. So the second thing to know ... Prepare your stomach and your spine. Bumps, potholes (but chickens special kind of 25 kilos of chicken given the size nests ...), turns and other landslides ... we will remember.

Alaverdi arrived at the shock. We had hidden the city was twinned with Feyzin ...

The third thing to know about Alaverdi therefore, is that this is a city that during Soviet times was heavily industrialized. In the middle of this one, stands a huge factory (it is actually a copper smelter), which like almost all of its congeners, pollutes a lot. It is also very very ugly. I invite you to check out this article edifying about malformations in newborns in Armenia due to pollution. I reproduce it against a party without, of course, inform the author ... of course:

"The copper smelter is the only ACP yet office, and employs 500 people. Before independence, it employed ten times more. The plant was closed in 1989 due to the collapse of the Soviet Union and environmental problems. It was reopened in 1996. Today it operates at half capacity, according to Andranik Gambarian, spokesman for the Armenian Copper Program Alaverdi foundry.

The explanation of health problems suffered by residents of this small town is clear to environmentalists and health professionals: the foundry. Dioxide Sulfuric is rejected by the 100-meter high chimney and trees, shrubs, vegetation in the vicinity are all stunted These experts note that the archives of the Ministry of Health does not mention any abnormalities at birth for 1992 When the smelter was not operating, but in 2001, 28 cases of malformations were recorded and in 2004, 107 cases were recorded.

The foundry management says there is no proven direct link between health problems and smoke emissions from the plant. "We can not deny that there are emissions of smoke, but they are safe. People are spreading rumors out of jealousy, because the plant employs fewer than ten times before and many people are unemployed, "said spokesman Gambarian."

But do not panic! Apparently patterns of the plant have found the solution to these pollution problems. According to Naira's friend Greg, a decision was made to "divert the smoke" from the smelter. A very wise decision, is not it ?

night fell suddenly, we took refuge in Naira, who speaks perfect English (she is a linguist), but also French. She explained that she learned only six months. So I know how to go about the Armenian ... Ya the job.

I take a break from shopping to buy beer and take this picture of the Pork Butcher's corner at work:

In Naira, we are greeted by her parents strong sympathetic . After some dolma, two or three vodkas house that his father makes the sly and a little wine ... Inspiration came to me. Some pictures of his apartment for the curious among you:

a cigarette break to admire the scenery ... How beautiful all these lighted windows ... dozens of lives other than mine that are plotted behind the curtains ...

I take the absence of some drowsiness and other cases to the magic square to continue my taff. On the tube, it broadcasts a Russian incomprehensible, image-based trials, people who shout and lie even more Eric Besson when he removes the Jungle Calais ... In short, a practical program for soporific sleep and more efficient than Temesta.

The next day we went to Sanahin, but this part of the trip will be a future post so I zap. Luckily, I have a remote control at your fingertips.

The time of return approaches ... Greg and I are willing to kill for a beer now ... I can save someone's life by giving me a small stall near the bus that will take us back to my hut.

The driver buddy buddy with us and we pay the sourdj . It can not refuse. We file same candy and chips for the return. Nice. According to him, Charles Aznavour is part of his family. At this stage of the journey, I am willing to believe as long as it takes us back to living Stepanavan.

He explains also that the bus is only 30 years of loyal service in the tires. Given mouth of the gear, I lean towards the hundred years packed ... but do not get upset our friend.

Before leaving, the last three shots including one especially reminds me of the book title of the enormous photographer what Antoine Agoudjian: burning eyes.

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Sourp Nshan: undertaker in your guez and make a wish

30 minutes walk to Stepanavan, is a tiny chapel, Surp Nshan ( Holy Sign). Residents and tourists go there to collect and burn or to one or more candles thinking of their relatives or their next car (everyone's priorities, do not judge). Those who have a very specific wish (a Merco Benz for Christmas, please Lord, I beg you ...) come with a handkerchief or a piece of cloth and tied to a branch tree in the hope that he realizes ...

The place is pretty damn good since a place for a barbecue and a another to eat protected have been provided. So please come with your personal and your cocktail sausages ...

note here that yes, the tag exists Stepanavan! The evidence ...

The view from here is pretty good ... (See previous post: Stepanavan Autumn). I recycle (yes, already ...) already used an old photo for the blog ... shame on me.

only problem is that nature is not respected and it is really disgusting ... a real scandal here that I denounce, with force and determination. So, think of everything when you go and pick it, whatever your level of alcohol. Thank you.

It is planned to hold a spring clean as part of my EVS project .. Will have to motivate the troops and find a carrot for the greatest number participates ... I already have my own idea ...