tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326805629849755094.post5138669311807695973..comments2024-02-15T21:20:16.633+04:00Comments on Տարօրինակելով Երևանը: Not that I am a Writer or Keep Diaries...շուշան ավագյանhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04930501817991386390noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326805629849755094.post-3601597445542533512008-11-02T20:56:00.000+04:002008-11-02T20:56:00.000+04:00Funny enough,I didn't see a single Ataturk image. ...Funny enough,<BR/>I didn't see a single Ataturk image. It has been replaced by first class lounges and G. Ferre and Armani shops. Not much of a difference, anyways.Angela Harutyunyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06140336302989049349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326805629849755094.post-50721781108358933612008-11-02T20:20:00.000+04:002008-11-02T20:20:00.000+04:00i too was stuck in that airport back in 1999, i th...i too was stuck in that airport back in 1999, i think, or maybe 2000, and it was in construction. i was never really aware of my "identity" as an armenian until i was asked four-five times by the port control "ermeni?" ermeni . . ermeni . . ermeni . . are you armenian? i could say yes, no, i don't know, maybe, what do you think? are you armenian too? . . but since my passport said i was "ermeni" i guess i was ermeni for the moment. <BR/><BR/>i was overwhelmed by the enormity and consistency of the images of ataturk plastered all over the airport (including the little coffee cups with his face on them) -- it was suffocating. but then again, airports are interesting spaces of exaggerated stereotypes, national emblems and rhetoric, and at the same time they are transitional, expendable and temporary.շուշան ավագյանhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04930501817991386390noreply@blogger.com