A super camera - at least that's what i hope the person/s that tore through the mound of apparatuses was hoping to make. Why these carcasses didn't make it to Vernisazh (the city flea market to which all are referred) is beyond me. It's really not like the trash producers of these parts to leave these sorts of things lying around as such. Luckily, for the sake of the cleanliness of my abode, i've no clue what to make of such discarded items, thus that person's trash will remain something not meant to be hung on my wall (trash) in my eyes. This mentality along with the fact that i have a new daily visitor to the house that meows for his rightful portion of food, make for a very cat-lady like situation, to the dismay of some. snowball.
Speaking of the flea market, or place where one goes to get used parts, i was referred there by a clerk in a home appliance store. I was looking to purchase a filter for my vacuum, these things are generally bought 'new' so that they can properly clean (i should have mentioned that). Their Vernisazh suggestion said less about their understanding of what i was talking about and more about the logic incorporated by most everyone in Yerevan. I myself have also suggested that one try the flea market. If you can't find it in the store, you should peruse the aisle of outdoor usedness for certain things - one not being a filter for a vacuum.
So, the resignation of some brute of a parliament member (after a doctor was beat to death at his restaurant) coincides with the farmer's market sponsor changing from Pepsi Co. to a Russia's Baltika beer. As a matter of fact, it seems as though Pepsi Co. is being slowly pushed out my neighborhood all together. The 2 local 24-hour snack stands are now serving solely coke products. Atlanta:USA :: Moscow:Russia .... for these taste buds, the battle is won in this neighborhood.
viva!
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