I'm at the technical college in Shushi, sitting alongside about 100 Shushitzis to commermorate the 90th anniversay of the Armenian Genocide...better known as April 24th, 1915.
I don't really understand all that they are saying, but they are recounting what happened 90 years ago. How the Turkish Ottaman Empire massacred approximately 1.5Million Armenians along with about 1Million Greeks, while the rest of the world stood there doing nothing, either unaware of the attrocities that were happening in this part of the world, or just simply unwilling to help.
Today, I'm living with survivors of the Karabagh-Azeri War (1989-1994) which historians cite as being one of the fist signs of the Soviet Union's collapse. How is it that we allow these things to repeat themselves? How come these people have to continue suffering and living in fear in theis day in age?
Today, NKR is not recognized by any country in the world. But nevertheless, we are living here...how can people deny that this country exists when my feet are touching the soil?
These are people living in a fragile peace, unaware of anything but war.
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