K25&beyond d14 Sunday in Yerevan

For a while, I wasn’t sure what to do with the lost bag. It was part of a set, and some of the items in it were precious to me. Finally, I decided to ask the landlady to send it to Vienna. Her response was quick and somewhat rude. She told me I should have contacted them earlier, as they didn’t have enough space for lost luggage and had therefore thrown it away.
The effort of writing this friendly explanation was greater than telling me, “You forgot something!”
Should I have given the apartment more than 7 points, and this was her revenge?

We met up with Liana, who had been in Vienna in 2014 with Hasmik and a third friend from Georgia. Now she’s also a young mother, and we went to a café where her husband, an artist, also has his studio.

Later that afternoon, I visited Davo. I know him from my 2018 bike tour, when I was just about to leave Yerevan but ended up in a small alley where only a flight of stairs led to the main road I had to take into Iran. He helped me find my way around but invited me to his home beforehand. We’ve stayed in touch ever since, and I visited him again in 2022. His older son is only six now, but Davo told me he remembered me as the man who spoke English with him. Davo gave me a long lecture on Armenian history, interspersed with some stories that weren’t entirely true, so I had to reread the things I wanted to believe.

The evening conversation at home was shorter this time but no less intense, because you generally tire quickly with a lively baby, but tomorrow Matth has to go to school (as a teacher).
My students have to go too.
I won’t.
On Monday, September 1st, my sabbatical really begins!