I want to share with you one very warm and deep story that happened to me at work.
Due to the specificity of my work, I communicate a lot with the population - I draw up contracts for the installation of solar panels.
In my spoken language, the Kirubad accent and the Arsakh dialect are forever intertwined. And here, in my grammar, it is literally understood from the first words. Almost always, when callers hear me, they ask where I'm from.
- From your country.
In the past, there have been instances where people have registered me on their phone as Naira Artsakh. But today an amazing story happened.
The man wrote down my job number on the paper and wrote next to it: Artsakh Arev (the sun of Artsakh).
I smiled:
- The Sun of Artsakh It turns out that you connect my sun work with my homeland?
To this the subscriber replied:
"Yes, kilowatts, meters and documents have nothing to do with it. It's just that you really are a ray of light that connects us with Artsakh." In our harsh reality, we, the residents of Artsakh here in Armenia, have truly become such rays that connect people with Artsakh. Our dialect is not just pronunciation. This is the voice, warmth and memory of Artsakh.
And Artsakh Arev, written by hand - perhaps the most precious note I received in my life.
At this moment, for the first time in a long time, my soul smiled. She smiled sadly. How the sun smiled in Artsakh in autumn.