Last night while out for a stroll with my dog, I met my friend Haik who lives next door. We were talking about the advantage of having a garage to keep a car away from gasoline thieves who love to ravage my Niva’s fuel supply.

While we chatted the upstairs neighbor, who along with his wife and kids has snubbed me for the last five years despite the number of times I’ve said hello, stopped to great Haik and exchange New Years greetings. As they were parting I overheard him telling Haik that he had taken his family to Moscow for the holidays, since staying in Armenia was “meaningless.”

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