The Rambless

Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, On the 1st May a national assembly vote was carried out in Yerevan, for the new Prime Minister of Yerevan. Judging by the continuous protests throughout the country, the majority of Armenia want Nikol Pashinyan as their new PM. Alas, this wish did not come to fruition,…

Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Give me a D, give me an O, give me an L, M, A! DOLMA! The evening of the 29th April was probably my most delicious day to date. Tatev, one of the volunteers that we regularly spend time with, invited us to her parent’s house for…

Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Whenever I have been out the night before, the next morning I always feel like on of those D-List celebrities that have just left rehab. Sunglasses on, fingers pointed up in the peace sign and walking with the request of “No photos please, no photos”. Fortunately, there…

Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Oh no, the neighbour is trying to talk to us. Here comes the challenge. CONTENDERS, ARE YOU READDDYYYY???? GLADIATORS, ARE YOU READDDYYY?? Erm, no I am not. Friendly neighbour: Barev dzes Us: Yes, Barev neighbour Friendly neighbour: Something Armenian, something Russian. Awkward shuffle and stare from our…

Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Before coming to Armenia, I knew nothing about the Armenian genocide. After having learnt more and more throughout my time here, I find it uncomfortable that these events happened and we are not taught about it when growing up in the West. From the Armenian Genocide, many…

Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Now that I have had a full night’s rest and processed the emotions from the previous day, I can describe to you the events that lead up to my stillness. Yesterday started just as the ten days had prior to the 23rd April. For those of you…

Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Before going to bed, I have decided to write down how I feel. With no context or processing of my emotions, just the raw feeling that sat in my chest and at the pit of my stomach. This is my melody. Both steadily and messily I have…

Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers, Today I dipped my toe back into the structured and organised sea that is my comfort zone. It is strange that I relate to my comfort zone as a sea because I can’t actually swim. Maybe that is why I find it so hard to not drown…