n a poor marz like Gegharkunik, the time has come for the candidates to hand out potato seed and other "favors" to show how much they care for those just getting by.
There are twenty-two pupils enrolled at the Jaghatsadzor village school, Gegharkunik Marz. Two never made it to class this year– they didn’t have proper clothes to wear. Aleks, in the 4th grade, and 9th grader Zhenia Ter-Grigoryan, are brother and sister. Their mother, Aida, told us that the kids don’t even have clothes for daily wear.
Hetq has reported recently on the situation in the village of Norabak in the Gegharkunik Marz on the eve of the extraordinary election of the head of the village administration.
The reason we went to the village of Norabak of the Gegharkunik Marz was the alarm sounded by Svetlana Arustamova, the subject of a recent article.
“I melt and waste away, I burn in fire. Tell me when my child will return, I count the days,” sang Sonya Chichyan.
This woman is Svetlana Arustamova. She is a refugee from Baku. Her house faces the cemetery in the village of Norabak, which has only new graves, without tombstones, and in some cases without even names. “Our graves remained where we will never go again,” Svetlana says weeping. “Is this a life? Things are so bad I can't even visit my family's graves.”