I never thought of myself as an Armenian until I visited Armenia for the first time last year. In fact, I didn’t know much about Armenian culture, despite the fact that I was raised in an Armenian district in Marseilles, France.
This year, walking out of the Zvarnots airport brought a big smile to my face: I felt like I was back home.
Before beginning my internship for FAR in the Yerevan office, I will have the opportunity to take part in FAR’s Young Professionals Trip. Traveling with six other diasporans, I have visited today FAR’s office, Garni and Geghard.
I have to admit that I do not speak Armenian. However, this didn’t prevent me from engaging conversation with local Armenians who are so warm and welcoming. Language barriers will not prevent them from speaking to you !
For the first time, I was told that I looked Armenian. To be more accurate, I may not look Armenian but I was told that my eyes do. I have the feeling that I have just begun to discover the myriad of facets that build my Armenian identity …
To be continued ...