My Homeland My One and Only
Translated from Armenian by Artsvi** Bakhchinyan** andNora Armani Today, I long to enjoy my furtive old age, as I securely wrap myself in a shawl, sipping my tea, oblivious to the news, indifferent to currency inflations and the declining price of oil. Today, I wish to cede to an impulse; an urge to live passively. Today, I hope to lose my glasses, and with them my sight and my mind, in the throes of this blinding pain...
