PERHAPS SOMEBODY WILL HELP ME OR EVEN VISIT ME

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[10:24 am] 17 October, 2008

For the past seven years, Arman, 31, has been sitting near the
window of his house drawing a picture of the same yard, looking at
the changes in the weather and what’s going on outside. He spends his
days engraving small items, although he confesses that he doesn’t have
the appropriate equipment and works with a knife and a screwdriver.

"I feel alienated. In my diary, I write about the lack of human
relations and attention," says Arman and adds that his friends don’t
visit him after he moved into his new apartment. But he doesn’t blame
them because, after all, they have things to do.

Arman is a first-degree handicapped. He hasn’t been able to walk for
the past seven years and moves in a wheelchair. He got married when he
was 20, but his two daughters are with their mother in Karabakh. Arman
lives with his pensioner parents, who also lack treatment.

"When I was healthy, I used to take him outside for a walk. I can’t
do that anymore; I’ve gotten old," says Arman’s father, 67-year old
Ruben Harutyunian. He moved to Yerevan with his wife and two children
from Sumgait and Arman was born in Yerevan.

"His feet got weak since he was nine years old. He started to walk
on tiptoes; he couldn’t walk up the stairs and after 23, he didn’t
walk at all and the doctors couldn’t explain why. He has not been
injured and it doesn’t run in the family," says Mrs. Piruza, Arman’s
mother. She says that they have gone to every hospital to cure their
son, but in vain and Arman’s situation is getting worse.

"I really need help. I can do many things, I just need the help so
I can get treatment and get back on my feet," says Arman and asks
if many people are going to read the article. "Perhaps one of those
readers will decide to help me, or simply understand a thing or two
about my disease or simply visit me…It would be so nice," he says
smiling as he flips the paper in his hands.

From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress