Society

As September 1 is coming and as still I have fresh summer holiday memories, and as I know from early childhood, that the best way to leave the summer thoughts and get into the mood of Septmeber is to write a free subject composition, I decided to write about the beauty of our country this time, or rather I decided to continue some thoughts, which I left unfinished in my previous articles. Unfinished, because in the previous article I discussed the subject of toursim, paying attention to the substructures imperfection, which are important for the economy. Now, paying attention to the fact, that this edition will be issued on September 1, I want to praise our country, approximately by saying “My wanderful country, so beautiful you are!”, but instead of this comes out something different: “what the hell is the country?”. It is clear to everyone, that it has “high sky” and patriotic accessories like that. But what is our country? And what we mean by saying “our country”?

Once I tried to state what it is, saying, that our country is our outlook, the appearance, at which we had to look and which, probably, had to look at us. I have the same opinion now too, because I haven’t thought about anything else, which would be more capacious, and which would cover the time, the space, the places of colours and the shade inside.

On the way to Jermouk, one of my friends looking at the mountains said: “Our authorities do their best to make people leave, but our mountains do everything to make people stay”.

“That is why our authorities do their best to spoil our envirenment”,- I continued his idea, being sure, that I had said something very clever. Now I think that this idea can not be clever, because it is very simple. The authorities are to make our lives as “in the paradise”, and we know, there are a lot of paradises in the world, where our countrymen stand in the queues close to the doors leading in.

Let’s leave the authorities policy of spoiling the envorenment. The problem is that we do our best to make the paradises in other places be more attractive than ours, we do our best to stop liking our nature and environment. In order to leave this country without suspect and once, when returning here as tourists say, that the envorenment is clean in other paradises, that the people in other paradises are more intelligent (included those, who left our country and went there) and that after eating they clean everything in packs and take them to garbage.

And now, when I remember the wanderful days of my holiday spent in Tavush, I come to the conclusion, that we were lucky, that the 200.000 or more tourists that suppose to come here in connection with 1700-th anniversary of adopting Christianity in Armenia as national religion didn’t come. Do you understand what would happen? About 200.000 thousand people, being foreign armenians or foreigners, doesn’t matter, would come here and take impressions about the garbage in the envorenment and nature of our biblical country.

You may ask why only the garbage? Of course not only the garbage. They would take also the wanderful impressions about the unique architecture of our churches and temples, the carvings on our Khachkars (crosstones), the charm of the variuos colours and shade on our mountains, which change several times a day. But the worst thing is that, together with our architecture, the originality of our crosstones, our nature specifity, they would meet garbages everywhere which would image our national quality, running over the cultural expressions.

In the soviet times the presence of garbage everywhere and the grime was intepreted as a result of the fact (though for the men of sense this is not justification), that everything was state-owned. There was a situation, that everything belonged to everyone, but nothing belonged to anyone. And people said: “I wish everything were private, and the situation would not be so”. Now it is the time of private property, but nothing has changed. I.e has changed, but not in the way we would like to. Everything that was public disappeared. I.e. in order to take care of the headache, they cut the head. And now if you ask why the Aghstev valley is so dirty (on the other hand there is noone to ask), the authorities will make a decision to sell this place to an oligarch too, later the oligarch will come and clean it, make a high wall there, and set a price of 1000 AMD for each person for entering that district, so you will have to pay about ten dollars to go there and have a little bit rest with your family. And people will cry: “they make money from nothing!”, thinking that there was a time when this district belonged to them, which they spoiled by trampling the gross and the ground, by throwing broken glasses and plastic materials everywhere, once more time prooving, that public property is not for us.

But what do you want? The rule of internal and external mirror reflection is fit and very logical here. The garbage thrown in Aghsti valley or somewhere else, is the reflection of the garbage inside ourselves. And the garbage inside ourselves comes out from radio broadcast, philistinism, bad behaviour, jealousy and things like that. And when already an oligarch comes, buys the district, cleans, builds a high wall around and then takes fees from us to let us enter, then this wall will be our internal reflection, because there is a big wall there, on the other side of which we are very clean. This is our private house.

Upon the beginning of the new school year, finishing my free subject composition, I think that hardly anyone would appreciate this at school and hardly I could get a good mark, because it is already a long time, so far and forever, the sense of eminence and the truth are different in ourselves.