In reality, none of us knows how the life of the state and consequently our lives will be shaped. But today we have achieved one very important obligation - we are a concerned part of our government, we are once again healthy citizens, we are indifferent towards nothing. And this “we” is the dominant majority, inclusive of social, educational layers, people of all different views.
In the shops of the city, people are discussing what will come next. Taxi drivers in front of supermarkets are discussing the resolution of the Artsakh conflict, they are saying reasonable things. The most apolitical people of the city are now interested in the future. This is the stage where our bond with the country is being restored. We don’t know what will happen next. But the fact that in his live video segments, the prime minister responds to people’s objections regarding new appointments is new to us and so far we are benefiting from it. We don’t know what will happen next but now, we are where we want to be, a place where our concerns get immediate responses. We used to express not only our dissatisfaction but also our misery on the same social media platforms and would never get a response or even a reaction.
On the day of the prime minister’s election, the city was celebrating. Our city has a tradition and a rich agenda of artificial celebrations. No one would be particularly joyous during these celebrations, but the city would be decorated, ribbons would be waving, students would be brought out to the streets. But on the day of Nikol’s election, people were dancing under the pouring rain for hours, there were tables laid out on the streets, strangers were embracing one another, overcome with emotion, the accordion and the clarinette were playing late into the night in the city and no one was complaining.
Only those who had managed to live well under the previous regime were complaining of a headache.
During the celebration, an exuberant young man yelled out to a police officer sitting in a car across the street, “Congratulations, Mr. Officer!” The officer accepted the congratulations with a polite nod. This seemed familiar to me. I tried to recall where I had heard these words uttered with the same tone and in the same context.
And then I remembered an Armenian movie I had seen long ago called “Yerevan Jan.” I’m not sure why I had liked it so much and whenever I had recommended people watch it, they would always ask why. I can’t say, but I liked it. It was not a very good movie but it had fragments that were true representations of nuances specific to Yerevan and there were humorous parts that actually made me laugh out loud. The movie was about saving a city that was sick; Yerevan. The main character is a man with a family in economic hardship. The father of the family is a painter who hits bad and dishonest people in the head with a hammer and he does this as his job, the son hits them in the eye with a sling.
At the end of the movie, when the heroes have won and the city is saved, the officer, who in the beginning of the movie is a character frustrated by his boss and is harsh with the citizens, has the following interaction with the main character.
“Hello officer jan.”
“Hello. Can I say something? I think our city no longer need police officers.”
“You could start writing poetry.”
“Who, me?” And the officer starts reciting a poem, “In these unique days, hardened by blows …”
There was something mystical about this movie that was rebuked by cinema critics. At the end, the bearded president appears, he is loved by everyone and loves everyone in return. The main character asks, “Dear president, the people want to know, is this a dream or is it real?” The bearded president answers, “We’ll live, we’ll see.”