
Demonstration in support of Zhirayr Sefilyan and Vardan Malkhasyan, Yerevan, Republic of Armenia © Onnik Krikorian / Oneworld Multimedia 2007
I suppose I could have included this post in with the previous roundup of the Armenian and Turkish Blogosphere on the murder of Hrant Dink and a new Genocide Resolution before the U.S. Congress, but it was interesting enough to deserve a whole post on its own. Over at One Armenian World, N posts a fascinating entry that includes her impressions of Tbilisi. As she’s Armenian-American, it’s kind of refreshing to read such such an opinion.
Most locals would agree with her observations albeit sometimes reluctantly, but many Diasporans have a inherent dislike of Georgians just because. Therefore, this post is surprisingly open and very honest, touching upon many issues that few of the vocal minority that actually constitutes the Diaspora have the guts or inclination to admit or acknowledge. Of course, I’m probably biased because I like Tbilisi too, but anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, Georgia faces some very serious problems at this stage of its transition, just as Armenia does, but Tbilisi has some very postive sides that many of us enjoy when compared to Yerevan.
It was about an hour from the border to Tibilisi, where we found the metro, which looked remarkably like the Yerevan metro, only with more people, and the people were all speaking a different language, and the signs were in a different language, and the people and the language kind of looked Armenian but definitely weren’t. Even the fruit on the sidewalk looked similar, little mandarin oranges and wrinkled, roughed-up yellow apples. Borjomi bottled water came from a spring in a village, a tourist site in Georgia, the same way that Jermuk bottled came from a spring in a village, a tourist site in Armenia.
But over the next twenty four hours or so, I would decide that Tbilisi was much bigger, diverse and cosmopolitan than Yerevan. The people didn’t wear all the same clothes, the buildings weren’t made of all the same stone. There was no smog, fog, and you could see beautiful views across the river, over bridges, sheer rock walls and more ancient churches (and mosques and temples) than you could count. Old homes had been maintained, latticework balconies sprawling at streetlamp level, homemade layer cakes.
[…] Tbilisi has the feel of a big city, the influence and influx of various people and cultures. We wandered the streets the five days we were there, and encountered Chinese stores everywhere, which Arman was obsessed with. There were items in the grocery store from all over Europe, much cheaper and much more selection than in Yerevan, there was a street with an international array of restaurants — Irish pubs, Sushi joints, Indian, Chinese, Spanish, Italian, Turkish — and the satellite tv at the bed and breakfast showed channels from all over Europe and Russia.
I also noticed that unlike Yerevan, Tbilisi signs and posters are mostly only in the native language, hardly any in English and absolutely nothing printed in Russian. […]
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