There is a small car that passes meticulously through the neighborhood on days that have yet to reveal a pattern, so much for a Salt career. It's fashioned with loud speaker and an Armenian flag that has an additive in the form of a white cross fashioned in its center. The pair within spout their...spouts - You Know You Know Armenian When.... #3 - You can understand the In Your Face Message Car. The men [20-35 yrs] that gather at a larger cross section of side streets in the early evening watch it do its thing in a fashion neither for or against. Why do they gather anyway? The Nancy Drew gear is readying itself as we speak.
Housemates helped me celebrate the birthday of the downstairs summer mechanic - i wonder where that work has gone, surely it hasn't been outsourced. Our house sits on a line of garages similar to, though without temperature control, u-haul storage units. As they're privately owned, my mind wanders into project-writing land that places organization/government provided cots within garages that have the space during winter months. Yerevan has it's share of homeless.
There i was in the shop, where it all happens, "shade tree" style. I tapped my shoe on the boards covering the pit asking po Ruski "This is where..." with bulbous eyes and my sentence was finished with an affirmative on it being the place for oil capturing and changing, etc. These car things are just one of the many creature comforts that have fluttered around me over the past 10 months that keep me at the same degree of intrigue as when i first arrived.
Viva!

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