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Rendahl: First Place
I meet Armenians wherever I go, usually the first place I enter. It’s like...it’s like…well, I’d say bees to honey, but I hate to compare myself to honey at the risk of suggesting I’m sweeter than I really am. But you know what I mean.
It was evening by the time I reached Damascus by train from Aleppo. I’d reserved a room at a hotel
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Yes it is, Kristi!
Yes you can!
Excellent. Don’t ever let Kristi stop writing this cheerful column. Her themes are universal. Although Armenians are right to extol her as an “ABC” (Armenian by Choice), they should expect other nations to claim her too. The three questions at the close are mysterious. They could be rhetorical. Or she could be seeking answers from her readers. If the latter, the contents of this column, along with many other columns drawn from her rich experiences, make it clear for us. For her, authenticity is timeless. Love just is and is beyond comparisons. And she clearly wanted (needed and deserved) what she found in those first places.