Another birthday past. My first celebrated in Asia...or, rather, on the Eurasian land bridge. Not much pomp and circumstance but a visit to the Armenian Genocide Memorial. Each visitor brings a white carnation drenched in clove oil to an "eternal flame" at the memorial's center. There was so much silence. Language class is as language class done- not much to report except that I can now ask three questions in Armenian; what is your name?, how old are you? and where do you come from?
I have currently researching outbound Japanese tourism operators at work. It's a curious exercise- I have come to realize how terribly insufficient google's beta translator really is.
We'll see about tomorrow
from depi hayr office,
samantha
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What an inspiring moment at the memorial. Your ancestors thank you!
Samantha, What courage you displayed when facing down the dogs/canines. Love from East Haven. Dockie
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