ReflectionsTravel
Hasmik
There she was standing before me—(we will call her Hasmik)—the woman who would be my host mom for the next two months in Armenia. She was a short, thin, middle-aged woman, with short black hair and pale skin, wearing a fitted silk black tank top and loose jeans folded up at the bottom. She had on no bra and no makeup, with bags under her eyes and a smile not quite as reassuring as I had hoped.
I remembered the long speech our executive director, Sevan, had given the Birthright Armenia volunteers a few hours before:
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I really enjoyed reading Nayiri jan. Respects to you and your service to Armenia.
Dear Nayiri,
Congratulations for this masterpiece. It is time to collect all these short stories in a nice volume and publish it. It will not only appeal to the Armenian community, but the general public as well who still loves to read books. Start to work on this project from now. Good luck!
What a wonderful story offering a glimpse into Armenian life as experienced by a Diasporan! Nayiri’s style of weaving her connection to the homeland with her communication with her mother and friends in the US is particularly telling. I really enjoyed her subtle sense of humor! Bravo Nayiri!!!