This show-stopping material aside, i took it upon myself to do something with the expired eggs in the fridge. You see for Zadik (Easter) the neighborhood supermarket i frequent happened to order eggs as if there were no day to follow Easter sunday. In their eyes, the word վաղը (pronounced vaghugh) ( ha! "see how eager she is to show what Armenian she has picked up," they snarl. ) 'tomorrow' was replaced with the Armenian equivalent of "end of the world."
So, i was finding that the only eggs available were expired or just on the cusp. Thus, fridge eggs were poked, bled, and decapitated; resulting in photo ops such as the one awkwardly placed in the text above. During this time there is also the impending, commemorating, and passing of the 1915 Genocide Memorial Day. It's heavy. Talk ensues over America and other countries' dragging of feet on the issue of genocide recognition (it should be noted that it does not increase too much more than other days of the year), facebook profile pictures take on the theme of 'remembrance,'
and in these particular years, the addition of one more year closer to mark the centennial of such a horrible thing. Again, it's pretty heavy... except for one thing. Connection of the accompanying picture and this topic: Preciously enough, that one thing happens to be cotton candy. Yes, you read correctly. Essentially, what one does is walk in mass to the the genocide monument, through it to lay their flowers or pray/think, and down the hill. It is at this finishing base that the commemorators meet head on with vendors packing pink delight.Honestly, the first year, it didn't really register as i was trying my foreigner's best to be in the 'genocide remembering' moment. The second year, i was pretty outraged. This third April 24th was a little different. i purchased. In my defense: the guy was making it right in front of my eyes. It's one thing to see it all packaged and artificial looking, but it is without a doubt something else to see the stringed meltedness whirring and building its nest about the holding stick. shameful? yes. regretful? no. and look! we weren't the only ones!
That guy and his cotton candy machine bank at this event and the thousands of Armenians and non-Armenians that cycle through the area the ENTIRE day EACH year don't seem to mind THAT much - or maybe they're all just that laissez-faire obsessed. I just would have loved to have been there when the pink peddler moseyed up as close as he could possibly get to the actual memorial to set up shop. rotten tomatoes thrown? i think so. However, if one analyze a little closer, well at least the head of the vendor: the commemorators could be symbolically walking towards death, mourning at the eternal flame, then celebrating life WITH sugar. In this case, a rotten tomato would actually be inappropriate. perspective, it's allll perspective.Shnorhavor/Congratulations to an Armenian friend on receiving permission via visa to work in Hungary. Here's to a world in which all passports are treated equal. Shame on passport discrimination.
viva!
