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Illuminating Artak
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By Eric Nazarian // August 23, 2013 in Armenia
The Armenian Weekly August 2013 Magazine
Ever since I saw Steven Spielberg's masterpiece, `Empire of the Sun,'
as a child, the subject of war and its effects on children and
civilians has been a theme of constant research and preoccupation.
It's not so much war's mythos that makes for good cinema, but the `war
after war's end' that has both disturbed and inspired me to write.
This is what triggered my first journey to Nagorno-Karabagh in the
late 1990's, as a student at USC Film School. The war had finished a
handful of years before, and the raw effects were still present in the
faces on that bewitching and ancient patch of earth. After graduating
I returned again, trying to understand the chaos, the displacement and
civilian casualties of a war that was fought tooth and nail until the
1994 ceasefire, and that resulted in the displacement of over a
million people and an estimated 30,000 casualties on both sides.
Artak (R) and the author in Boston in May 2013
I recently dug into my dog-eared pocket notebooks from 2003 and found
a line I had written after meeting my dear friend Artak Beglaryan in
Stepanakert 10 years ago: `If there is anything in the world worth
despising, it's war.' I continue to despise war for the human waste
and ravage it leaves behind. Those who survive war, and those of us
blessed never to see what war produces, have a responsibility to bear
witness, illuminate empathy, and foster a meaningful human dialogue.
Driving into the capital of Stepanakert, I had this graphic- novel
image of the ancient Phoenix curling into flames, then rebuilding
itself from the ash. This city has risen again but there is still work
to be done. A lot of the pockmarked buildings have been renovated.
Busloads of pilgrims from the diaspora visit the ancient monasteries
and villages. The new generation still grapples with the after-effects
of the war, and many questions have yet to be answered. The dark
weight of the post-war aura that I first remember feeling has
dissipated for the most part, but the ghosts of war will always be
present, cautiously reminding natives and visitors of the resilience
and ravage that complete each other.
My dear friend Artak Beglaryan was blinded at the age of 6 after
picking up an unexploded ordnance in the courtyard of his apartment
building in Stepanakert. I don't know if `Illuminating Artak' is the
right title for this piece; I hope it affords a glimpse into his
courage, humility, and panoramic vision.
The shrapnel robbed Artak of his eyesight, yet ultimately produced a
young dreamer who is an inspiration in my life. His gift is willpower,
survival, and a hunger for knowledge, for higher learning and
self-betterment. War's irreversible damage only strengthened his
resolve to learn, travel, and spur critically engaging dialogue that
crosses borders and gives a human voice to the struggle of the
Karabagh-Armenians.
I could write a book about Artak's journey as a child war survivor,
and then as a young international scholar. Artak was 14 when I met him
in 2003. I was out of film school struggling to piece together a film
about the war and the civilian survivors on both sides of the line.
Through the grapevine of this small city, all roads pointed in the
direction of Artak's home. We met there for the first time. He recited
poetry, sang the village ballads and folkloric odes of his
grandfathers, and managed to beat me and my dear friend Spiros
multiple times in chess. I vividly remember our first encounter, and
his incredibly witty and effortless sense of humor. I still don't know
how he does it, but five minutes into a conversation the belly laughs
keep rolling.
Beglaryan climbed Mount Ararat in Aug. 2013.
Over the past 10 years, Artak has studied at Yerevan State University,
at University College London, and at the Fletcher School of Law and
Diplomacy in Boston. He has learned English and is a speed-reader on
the internet, with the aid of screen- reader software that allows him
to speak-type and commit ideas to cyberspace and to paper very
rapidly.
It was a short journey to Stepanakert, but a special one. Artak was
turning 25 and I was happy to be there on the day he celebrated with
his family. Surrounded by his brother Garen's family, we savored a few
shots of homemade pear vodka while taking in the summer heat that
dipped into a nice afternoon rain in Shushi. Melancholy swept over the
rainy city as we drove back to Stepanakert, passing the Brotherhood
Cemetery, where scores of civilians and soldiers lie side-by-side. It
is a beautifully groomed but sad monument to the many lives lost in
the storm of war. The weight of that loss will forever hang in the air
above these roads and in every home. And with this weight, life will
go on and tomorrow will be a new day.
The next day, over a hearty breakfast of fresh bread, thyme tea, and
honey from Garen's bees, Artak mused about the current state of
affairs in Armenia and Karabagh, and of the Syrian refugees in Armenia
and the diaspora. `I think, nowadays the most important thing for us
is the demographic development of Karabagh,' he said. `In this case,
the Syrian Armenians currently are the core target because they
combine the main goals of Armenians. The first is repatriation.
Tragically, because of the war in Syria we have been given this chance
to repatriate. The second dream is to develop and populate Artsakh,
which would ensure a bright and secure, enduring future. The third
goal, which is an occasion-based mid-term one, is to create a sense of
security for Syrian Armenians. The diaspora and Armenia should be
concerned first of all about the situation of Syrian Armenians, and
that's why this process of repopulation is very important from that
perspective. So, in supporting that process, one contributes
simultaneously to the above mentioned three goals of Armenians.'
In preparation for his journey to the Czech Republic, where he will
continue his studies, Artak remembers Herbert Spencer's wisdom that
`the great aim of education is not knowledge but action.' Armed with
Spencer's wisdom, Artak will continue his struggle for a better
tomorrow - for all of Artsakh and Armenia - from his desk across the hall
from the prime minister's office. His laptop and iPhone are his
modern-day tools, but gadgets and software are impermanent, soon to be
replaced by tomorrow's technology. The real sweat-of-the-brow work is
done every day inside his encyclopedic mind, which has produced an
inner field of vision that transcends blindness.
The world indeed is your oyster, my dear brother.
This article appeared in the Armenian Weekly magazine issue (Aug.
2013) dedicated to the 25th anniversary of the Artsakh liberation
movement.
From: Baghdasarian
http://www.armenianweekly.com/2013/08/23/artak/
By Eric Nazarian // August 23, 2013 in Armenia
The Armenian Weekly August 2013 Magazine
Ever since I saw Steven Spielberg's masterpiece, `Empire of the Sun,'
as a child, the subject of war and its effects on children and
civilians has been a theme of constant research and preoccupation.
It's not so much war's mythos that makes for good cinema, but the `war
after war's end' that has both disturbed and inspired me to write.
This is what triggered my first journey to Nagorno-Karabagh in the
late 1990's, as a student at USC Film School. The war had finished a
handful of years before, and the raw effects were still present in the
faces on that bewitching and ancient patch of earth. After graduating
I returned again, trying to understand the chaos, the displacement and
civilian casualties of a war that was fought tooth and nail until the
1994 ceasefire, and that resulted in the displacement of over a
million people and an estimated 30,000 casualties on both sides.
Artak (R) and the author in Boston in May 2013
I recently dug into my dog-eared pocket notebooks from 2003 and found
a line I had written after meeting my dear friend Artak Beglaryan in
Stepanakert 10 years ago: `If there is anything in the world worth
despising, it's war.' I continue to despise war for the human waste
and ravage it leaves behind. Those who survive war, and those of us
blessed never to see what war produces, have a responsibility to bear
witness, illuminate empathy, and foster a meaningful human dialogue.
Driving into the capital of Stepanakert, I had this graphic- novel
image of the ancient Phoenix curling into flames, then rebuilding
itself from the ash. This city has risen again but there is still work
to be done. A lot of the pockmarked buildings have been renovated.
Busloads of pilgrims from the diaspora visit the ancient monasteries
and villages. The new generation still grapples with the after-effects
of the war, and many questions have yet to be answered. The dark
weight of the post-war aura that I first remember feeling has
dissipated for the most part, but the ghosts of war will always be
present, cautiously reminding natives and visitors of the resilience
and ravage that complete each other.
My dear friend Artak Beglaryan was blinded at the age of 6 after
picking up an unexploded ordnance in the courtyard of his apartment
building in Stepanakert. I don't know if `Illuminating Artak' is the
right title for this piece; I hope it affords a glimpse into his
courage, humility, and panoramic vision.
The shrapnel robbed Artak of his eyesight, yet ultimately produced a
young dreamer who is an inspiration in my life. His gift is willpower,
survival, and a hunger for knowledge, for higher learning and
self-betterment. War's irreversible damage only strengthened his
resolve to learn, travel, and spur critically engaging dialogue that
crosses borders and gives a human voice to the struggle of the
Karabagh-Armenians.
I could write a book about Artak's journey as a child war survivor,
and then as a young international scholar. Artak was 14 when I met him
in 2003. I was out of film school struggling to piece together a film
about the war and the civilian survivors on both sides of the line.
Through the grapevine of this small city, all roads pointed in the
direction of Artak's home. We met there for the first time. He recited
poetry, sang the village ballads and folkloric odes of his
grandfathers, and managed to beat me and my dear friend Spiros
multiple times in chess. I vividly remember our first encounter, and
his incredibly witty and effortless sense of humor. I still don't know
how he does it, but five minutes into a conversation the belly laughs
keep rolling.
Beglaryan climbed Mount Ararat in Aug. 2013.
Over the past 10 years, Artak has studied at Yerevan State University,
at University College London, and at the Fletcher School of Law and
Diplomacy in Boston. He has learned English and is a speed-reader on
the internet, with the aid of screen- reader software that allows him
to speak-type and commit ideas to cyberspace and to paper very
rapidly.
It was a short journey to Stepanakert, but a special one. Artak was
turning 25 and I was happy to be there on the day he celebrated with
his family. Surrounded by his brother Garen's family, we savored a few
shots of homemade pear vodka while taking in the summer heat that
dipped into a nice afternoon rain in Shushi. Melancholy swept over the
rainy city as we drove back to Stepanakert, passing the Brotherhood
Cemetery, where scores of civilians and soldiers lie side-by-side. It
is a beautifully groomed but sad monument to the many lives lost in
the storm of war. The weight of that loss will forever hang in the air
above these roads and in every home. And with this weight, life will
go on and tomorrow will be a new day.
The next day, over a hearty breakfast of fresh bread, thyme tea, and
honey from Garen's bees, Artak mused about the current state of
affairs in Armenia and Karabagh, and of the Syrian refugees in Armenia
and the diaspora. `I think, nowadays the most important thing for us
is the demographic development of Karabagh,' he said. `In this case,
the Syrian Armenians currently are the core target because they
combine the main goals of Armenians. The first is repatriation.
Tragically, because of the war in Syria we have been given this chance
to repatriate. The second dream is to develop and populate Artsakh,
which would ensure a bright and secure, enduring future. The third
goal, which is an occasion-based mid-term one, is to create a sense of
security for Syrian Armenians. The diaspora and Armenia should be
concerned first of all about the situation of Syrian Armenians, and
that's why this process of repopulation is very important from that
perspective. So, in supporting that process, one contributes
simultaneously to the above mentioned three goals of Armenians.'
In preparation for his journey to the Czech Republic, where he will
continue his studies, Artak remembers Herbert Spencer's wisdom that
`the great aim of education is not knowledge but action.' Armed with
Spencer's wisdom, Artak will continue his struggle for a better
tomorrow - for all of Artsakh and Armenia - from his desk across the hall
from the prime minister's office. His laptop and iPhone are his
modern-day tools, but gadgets and software are impermanent, soon to be
replaced by tomorrow's technology. The real sweat-of-the-brow work is
done every day inside his encyclopedic mind, which has produced an
inner field of vision that transcends blindness.
The world indeed is your oyster, my dear brother.
This article appeared in the Armenian Weekly magazine issue (Aug.
2013) dedicated to the 25th anniversary of the Artsakh liberation
movement.
From: Baghdasarian