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    ARMENIA IS CALLING ME
    Liana Aghajanian

    ianyan magazine
    http://www.ianyanmag.com/?p=2308
    April 13 2010

    When I was an awkward 12-year-old, trying to make friends, fit in and
    figure out my place in the world, I got plucked from a public school
    and put into a private Armenian institution for two years. It wasn't
    by choice. The school district had a problem with the fact that I
    lived one street over from their designated city line and so off to
    Armenian school I went, for better or for worse.

    It took one year (and countless horrific hours memorizing Armenian
    conjugations and reciting snippets of ancient Armenian history in
    front of a bunch of bored prepubescents) but I finally felt like I
    had made a place in this strange, yet comforting environment.

    As the end of junior high approached, classes were routinely taken on
    trips to Armenia as a last hurrah before venturing off to the scary
    world of high school, where you end up right back down at the bottom
    of the hierarchy again.

    Not my class.

    For the first time in the history of this annual trip, we were instead
    shipped off to Washington D.C. to experience the nation's capital
    in all its glory. At the time, it seemed like a pity - hundreds of
    students before us had gotten to travel thousands of miles to land
    in a place where you couldn't escape being Armenian ( more than you
    couldn't escape it in Los Angeles anyway) as did those after us,
    yet we had gotten the short end of the bargain.

    More than 12 years later, after a time in high school when I didn't
    want anything to do with being Armenian, to college where the
    foundations of ianyan were planted in my mind, I look back and feel
    lucky. I feel lucky that Armenia has been left in the pot, stirring,
    bubbling and growing as savory as ever, cooking in my mind until
    somewhere, somehow a timer went off and everything made sense.

    I'm glad I never made it back then, because Armenia is calling me
    now and everything about her song feels right.

    She calls me in my sleep, piercing my dreams with visions of
    Vernissage, Republic Square, Lake Sevan and Dilijan.

    She swirls luscious apricots and pomegranates above my head and
    transports me to open air markets with sights and sounds and smells
    that are too vivid to be just encapsulated in just dreams.

    She takes me to hear the beats of Reincarnation Band and see the Cinema
    Moscow Open-Air Hall before it's gone. She's inviting me to turn my
    virtual connections with some of the most incredible and amazing people
    - journalists, activists, authors, filmmakers and just good-hearted,
    genuine people - into real life ones, cementing memories I will never
    forget and world wind conversations over amazing food and drinks that
    will change my life.

    She's asking me to put faces behind organizations I so strongly believe
    in like the Women's Resource Center and Pink Armenia and the Armenia
    Tree Project.

    She doesn't just want to show me the beautiful life. She takes me
    through the mountains and hills and tells me of the human rights
    struggles, the animal protection issues and the political prisoners
    and the discrimination and marginalization of those who are made
    to feel that their life is worth less than their fellow humans. She
    wants me to see the poverty, the orphanages, the people and places
    calling out for their government to make changes and enrich their
    lives. She wants me to see all of this and meet the people who have
    risked everything trying to make a difference.

    And Ararat, oh Ararat. I don't know if I will be able to stare a
    sight so beautiful for too long.

    The road signs will be in Armenian. The store fronts will be in
    Armenian. I will be in the core of my being, swallowed from the
    inside out.

    It's as if the stars of the universe have aligned and every part of
    my life has been culminating for this moment. My path, I'm unsure of,
    my strength will have to just get stronger, and my emotions will get
    the best of me.

    Armenia is calling to me and I'm listening. It's now not a question
    of if, but a question of when. I hear you, Armenia. I hear you. I
    hope you keep calling.
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