Փողոծի վրա լսել եմ հայերեն:

Yesterday for the first time in a month I heard Armenian in the street.  The dus and duks were flying around; the hard sounds rolled right out into the street.

They didn’t look Armenian to me.  Where were the pointy shoes?  Where were the mullets?  Where were the cigarettes?

But I heard it; my ears knew it before my heart did.  There I was listening to Armenians.  And the best part, I understood them.  I walked right up and said, “Duk hay ek?”  They said that they were indeed Armenians. They asked me if I was Armenian which to me felt like a small honor.  I explained that I have lived in Armenia for two years, that I am a Peace Corps volunteer returned for surgery, that I had to stop them and speak some Armenian because I was afraid I’d lost that closeness with the language.

They were from Boston. They said it was such a pleasure to meet an American who speaks Armenian so well.

I told them that the pleasure was surely mine.

3 Comments

  1. That is so cute :-) Actually I’ve expecting something like that Brent jan :-)))) APRES

  2. Love love love this. What a cool encounter.

  3. Brent! Nowadays in Creative Nonfiction Workshop I have a unit on “better blog writing.” The students create their own blogs of “literary quality.” We look at some examples of such–and yours is on the list. I’ve also linked to BTBE on my own blog. You can find my blog by googling “the van winkle project.” Love what you’re doing and the rich life you’re leading as a member of the Peace Corps. Best – prof. h

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