Skyped with Meghri. My uncle (aunt’s husband) has returned to Meghri for the first time in 11 years (to visit his mother who’s in an early stage of Alzheimer’s). The whole extended family was at my other uncle’s (Vasgen’s) house having a kef. He was really drunk, and I was listening to the conversation and I was laughing and sad all at once.
Dad: How has Meghri greeted you?
Uncle: Eh, bad. Very bad. My parents. (pause) Hakop, you know Vasgen?
Dad: Yes.
Uncle: You really know him?
Dad: Yes.
Uncle: How can you know him? Did you come to Meghri when you were here?
Dad: Yes, I came once or twice. I met him there, I remember him.
Uncle: Hakop, when I came and I saw the trees here - mountain upon mountain - I had tears in my eyes. Do you remember the mountains?
Dad: Yes, how can I forget?
Uncle: Do you remember Vasgen?
Dad: Do you want me to say it in French?
Uncle: No. Speak your English to me.
3 months ago on February 11, 2012 at 01:55pm with 3 notes
