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    DISCOVERING THE FORGOTTEN HOLY LAND. ARMENIA

    ARMENPRESS
    MARCH 24, 2012
    YEREVAN

    YEREVAN, MARCH 24, ARMENPRESS: The Wall Street Journal dwells on
    Armenian history, its reach cultural heritage and ancient Armenian
    monasteries, reports Armenpress citing The Wall Street Journal.

    The Armenian man let loose a single musical note. It ricocheted
    between the 1,000-year-old stone walls of Haghpat Monastery, echoes
    transforming his warm, lonely voice into a full symphony.

    If time has a sound, it sounds like Haghpat, one of the
    world""s greatest religious shrines-and also one of the least
    explored.Armenia""""s cities are filled with grim industrial
    buildings. Hundreds of miles of barbed wire separate it from Turkey,
    from whom it is still awaiting an apology for a 1915 genocide.

    Relations with neighboring Azerbaijan remain fractured.The bulk of
    Armenian tourists are, in fact, Armenians, who scattered after World
    War I and through later years of economic decay.Yet it is this tangle
    of histories and enmity that makes Armenia such a compelling place
    to visit, as my wife and I learned when we spent a week there last
    summer. Men roast giant pots of corn by the roadside; Armani-clad
    hustlers share streets with farmers wearing thick, Soviet-era suits.

    And magnificent, soot-stained monasteries like Haghpat and Geghard,
    which was carved into the side of a mountain, still preside atop green
    valleys.With its gilded and vaulted spaces, the Vatican implores its
    visitors to be inspired. Haghpat doesn""""t have to try so hard.

    It and sister monastery Sanahin, which form a Unesco World Heritage
    site, are little visited on Armenia""""s back roads. From the outside,
    Haghpat looks like a jumbled castle whose owners keep randomly adding
    on wings and storerooms. Inside, towering arches are caked with a
    patina of soot, mold and plain old dirt. Birds roam throughout the
    many rooms, their tweets echoing among the stones. The sparse walls
    once held a series of religious murals and paintings.

    Most were scrubbed off by the Soviets, though a few splashes of red
    and blue peek through the grime.

    As we explored the complex, we trod on tombs and crypts laid down
    century by century. Most feature the ancient Armenian script, surely
    describing the pious and glamorous of the day. Some are simpler,
    depicting only the most basic outline of an adult"s body-or a child""s.

    To pray at Haghpat is to offer thanks for our short time here; to
    know that our tombstones will one day be flooring; and to respect how
    a rock arch can plant itself in the ground and not let go of the sky.



    From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress
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