Today I had a conversation with a girl on the street. We came to talk about the genocide and the commemoration that will be held this week and suddenly she said:
Did you notice that every year on the 24th of April it rains?
Why is that, you think?
I am utterly intrigued as it is not the first time I hear this story and the question is presented as a rhetorical one.. Even more intruiging is the given that all the 24th of Aprils I remember here in Armenia were quite warm and sunny…