Diamond smuggling ring broken up in Bashkiria

Tacy Ltd., Israel
Aug 8 2004

DIAMOND SMUGGLING RING BROKEN UP IN BASHKIRIA

August 08, 2004
Russia’s Federal Security Bureau (FSB) has broken up a criminal ring
engaged in illegal gemstones trade in federal republic of Bashkiria,
according to the Novosti Russian news and information agency.

According to the FSB directorate for Bashkiria, several local
residents arranged transfer of diamonds and emeralds from fields in
Siberia and the Ural region to be smuggled out to Armenia for cutting
over a period of three years.
From: Baghdasarian

Fiction: the last day of the war

Columbus Dispatch (Ohio)
August 8, 2004 Sunday, Home Final Edition

FICTION THE LAST DAY OF THE WAR;
HISTORICAL NOVEL AVOIDS USUAL PITFALLS

by Margaret Quamme, FOR THE COLUMBUS DISPATCH

Judith Claire Mitchell’s assured first novel, The Last Day of the War
, neatly masters the historical novel’s biggest challenge: It breaks
through a potentially overwhelming tangle of events to focus on the
actions of a few well-defined characters and uses them to illuminate
a broader scene.

The novel wears its thorough research lightly, Mitchell never larding
The Last Day with details that don’t contribute to characters or
plot.

As World War I draws to a close, and after the official cessation of
hostilities, two young Americans become entangled in a Paris-based
plot to take revenge against the Turks, who massacred the Armenians
in 1915.

Nineteen-year-old Yael Weiss, a young woman with suffragette
leanings, meets U.S. intelligence officer Dub Hagopian, of Armenian
descent, in a St. Louis library.

There he has been scheduled to pick up weapons for Erinyes, the
secret vengeance organization run by the “old and maimed lion” Aram
Kazarian, who has had four fingers lopped off by the Turks.

Attracted to Dub and bored with St. Louis, Yael signs up with the Red
Cross in order to follow him to Europe, changing her name to Yale
White and listing her age as the required 25 and her religion as
Methodist.

On the boat to Europe, she is assigned alphabetically to room with
impetuous, ginger-haired Mary Brennan White, who is “thin as broth,
but hardly as dull” and flaunts her failed relationship with a
married man.

The two come into conflict with supervising matron Amo Winston, a
repressed former beauty cream saleswoman, who is constantly
“unsquinching” her eyes to avoid wrinkles; and with the unctuous Rev.
Alban Bliss, “an imposing man, large in the manner of President Taft,
his pink face composed mostly of cheeks and chins, his chest and
belly straining the buttons on his uniform, his roly-poly thighs
testing the inner seams of his jodhpurs.”

Their lives are later complicated by Dub’s thuggish friend Raffi,
whose life dream is “to be a full-time professional vengeance
seeker,” and by Raffi’s sister Ramela, who has barely survived the
Turkish atrocities, and whom Dub has promised to marry if she will
stop cutting and burning herself.

The scope of The Last Day is rare in a first novel. Each of the
characters is fully developed, and their interactions are thoroughly
believable. So is the world in which they live: It shapes the
characters just as they, in some small way, shape it.

Equally rare is Mitchell’s finely tuned pacing. Allotting each scene
enough time to unfold fully, but never bogging down the narrative in
incidents that don’t advance the action, she builds to a conclusion
as satisfying as it is unpredictable.
From: Baghdasarian

NKR FM responds to Azeri statement on Karabakh military exercises

NKR FM responds to Azeri statement on Karabakh military exercises

Arminfo, Yerevan
6 Aug 04

STEPANAKERT

The foreign ministry of the Nagornyy Karabakh Republic NKR has issued
a statement in response to the statement of the Azerbaijani Foreign
Ministry on the exercises held by the NKR defence army.

Arminfo has learnt from the NKR Foreign Ministry’s press service that
the statement reads: “On 4 August, the Azerbaijani Foreign Ministry
issued a statement which strongly condemned the staff exercises of the
NKR defence army in the NKR. The NKR Foreign Ministry’s press service
states that the exercises, which are under way at the moment, were
planned beforehand and that according to the established rules, all
the interested parties were informed about them in advance. One should
note that over many years, the armed forces of Nagornyy Karabakh have
been conducting various military exercises which are one of the very
important means of increasing the combat readiness of the Karabakh
army.

“The NKR authorities think that maintaining the high level of the
combat readiness of the NKR troops is an important condition for
guaranteeing the military security of the NKR and its people,
especially in conditions of uninterrupted bellicose calls in
Azerbaijan for a military settlement to the Karabakh problem. While
Azerbaijan is fuelling tension and the conflict zone has no
international peacekeeping forces, the NKR defence army, which is an
important element of preserving regional stability, is actually
playing the role of a factor of restraint. Anyone who has a sincere
interest in preserving stability established in the last 10 years and
in the joint development of the entire South Caucasus region realizes
this unique function of the NKR armed forces which are in fact an army
of peace.

“The NKR Foreign Ministry press service states that adhering
exclusively to a peaceful settlement to the conflict and in order to
avoid a new armed invasion by Azerbaijan, the Karabakh side will
continue in the future to strengthen the NKR’s statehood and its armed
forces as an important body defending the sovereignty and territorial
integrity of the NKR.”
From: Baghdasarian

14 Companies Privatized in Second Quarter in Armenia

14 COMPANIES PRIVATIZED IN SECOND QUARTER IN ARMENIA

YEREVAN, August 6 (Noyan Tapan). 14 companies were privatized in the
second quarter of 2004 in Armenia against 31 ones privatized in the
same period of the previous year. According to Karine Kirakosian, the
Head of the State Property Department attached to the RA government,
18 companies were submitted for privatization through a tender. Tenders
on 14 out of them didn’t take place. 3 companies were privatized by
the system of a classical auction and 8 companies by the system of a
direct sale. 4 entities of incomplete construction were privatized in
the period under review, 3 out of them in the form of a direct sale, 1
through a tender. As of July 1 2004 1,894 small and medium
enterprises, 7,226 “small” entities and 77 entities of incomplete
construction were privatized.
From: Baghdasarian

Armenian fund to restore “historical appearance” of Karabakh town

Armenian fund to restore “historical appearance” of Karabakh town

Noyan Tapan news agency, Yerevan
5 Aug 04

Stepanakert , 4 August: The Shushi Susa fund has started work to
restore the historical appearance of the Armenian town-fortress. A
Noyan Tapan correspondent has learnt from the co-chairman of the fund,
Bakur Karapetyan, that all buildings are being measured. He said that
all 500 historical and cultural monuments are being registered.
According to expert calculations, he added, 100m dollars are necessary
for the restoration of Shushi.
From: Baghdasarian

Can do crew

Courier Mail (Queensland, Australia)
August 3, 2004 Tuesday

Can do crew

by Alison Cotes

ARMENIAN cake is not what I usually eat for breakfast, but as it came
out of the oven the scent of toffee and warm nutmeg reached my nose,
and I knew it was exactly what I needed to follow Jim’s savoury mince
on thick buttered toast ($9.50).

This was delicious, although I did have a long discussion with the
waiter at the Oxford Street Deli about what a variable, rather than
classic, dish this was, and how my mother’s savoury mince was made
with thick gravy, chopped tomato and Worcestershire sauce.

The eponymous Jim puts chopped carrots and sweet corn in his, and
uses thin rather than thick gravy, but at least it doesn’t have peas
in it, and once I’d swallowed my prejudices, I liked it a lot.

The armenian cake was something else, with its crunchy
toffee-textured bottom and moist dark body. Llyn Miller told me that
you mix the butter, sugar and some flour on the bottom of the tin,
then pour the wet mixture on top and let it become its own kind of
upside-down cake.

The deli has recently changed owners, so perhaps it was a little
unfair of me to review it on the fifth day of its re-opening, but
even though there were a few hiccups concerning short-staffing and
running out of some popular dishes, the new team has ensured the food
is better than ever.

Take the service, for example. New owner Charles O’Reilly comes out
to greet every customer (and no, he didn’t know who I was), smiles at
people walking past, makes sure you don’t wait more than 30 seconds
for a menu.

And the food, most of which Miller makes on the premises, offers
bright combinations which work well.

Another breakfast dish, for example, is sweet corn loaf with grilled
mushrooms, crisp pancetta and tomato jam from Jimbour — $7.50 for a
delicious low fat meal. There’s also a bacon, egg and potato pie
served with tomato jam, and french-toasted banana bread with
strawberries (both $7.95), as well as the usual Big Breakfast
($12.75/$8.50), with a Personal Training breakfast of three eggs,
steak, bacon, sausages, tomatoes and mushrooms for $16. You’d need a
big lie-down after that one.

Panini and wraps start at $8.50 — try the ham, spinach and onion
marmalade or the balsamic beef and chutney; and the light meals
include some items from the breakfast menu, including that brilliant
grilled sweet-corn bread with the addition of mixed greens and $1.
There’s a subtle tart of goats cheese, potato and rosemary ($9.50);
some house-made soup of roasted tomatoes, thick and chunky with lots
of smoky flavours served with fresh baguette ($6.50); and toasted
turkish bread with three dips — fetta and wild rocket, eggplant and
pumpkin, and olive tapenade ($7.95).

For lunch another day we shared a $15 platter of hummus, the same
light and tangy olive tapenade, dukkah from Jimbour House, grilled
turkish bread and what was supposed to be whole roasted garlic but
turned out to be a roasted pickled onion because they’d run out of
garlic. That bit didn’t work, so before you order make sure that it
is garlic you’ll be getting — and if you want extra bread, ask in
advance, for we found the four slices weren’t enough to mop up all
the Njoi olive oil and dips.

Another tempting platter for the same price is made up of duck pate,
Jindi camembert, Pyengana cheddar, lavash bread, nuts and tomato jam,
which might be a bit heavy on the protein, so would need some side
salads to lighten it a bit — choose some from the display fridge ($5
each, or three for $9).

Pudding? Of course, because it was again house-made. My mate’s
coconut creme caramel was a welcome variation of the classic version,
while my individual rhubarb and apple crumble, though a generous
dishful, had too much apple in proportion to the rhubarb, and the
crumble top hadn’t been cooked quite long enough.

For children, for $3 there’s fairy bread, vegemite or peanut butter
sandwiches, small fries with tomato sauce, puffy dogs, savoury mince
on toast and fresh fruit salad, with a “kiddychino” thrown in.

OXFORD STREET DELI

Address: 161 Oxford St, Bulimba

Phone: 3399 6222

Hours: open daily, 7am-7pm Sun-Wed, 7am-11pm Thurs-Sat

Liquor status: BYO, corkage $2.50 a person

Prices: breakfast from $6.50 to $16, light meals to $14.95, desserts
and puds $8, children’s meals $3, coffee $3

Owner: Charles O’Reilly

Chef: Llyn Miller

Parking: on-street, but difficult

Wheelchair access: yes

Other: all credit cards except Diners; table service; 15 per cent
surcharge public holidays; air conditioned; shared toilets; noise
level low, ambient piped music

The score

Food: 16

Service: 17

Ambience: 13

Value for money: 16

About the score: 0-5 don’t bother; 6-9 needs serious improvement;
10-12 reasonable; 13-14 good; 15-17 very good; 18-19 exceptional; 20
perfection
From: Baghdasarian

Wait till your mother gets home

The Guardian (London) – Final Edition
July 31, 2004

Weekend: Relationship Spirit: WAIT TILL YOUR MOTHER GETS HOME

by MIL MILLINGTON

Ten-year-old First Born has a school project to do. He’s been doing
it for about three weeks. Well, when I say he’s been doing it for
three weeks, that’s overstating the tenacity of his application a
tickle. The other day I called home from something that had taken me
away, to see how everyone was courageously struggling on in my
absence. FB answered the phone.

Me: “Have you done some more of your project?”

FB: “Yes.”

Me: “Have you really? Or is that an outrageous lie?”

FB: “It’s an outrageous lie.” (He pronounces “outrageous” as though
there’s a diaeresis over the “e”: I imagine him saying it, then
taking a puff on a cigarette that’s smouldering in a long black
holder, like Noel Coward.)

Me: “I see.”

FB: “Yeah . . . So, do you want to speak to Mama, or what?”

Anyway, today I forced him to do some more work, and he again wailed
about the shocking cruelty of it all: how it was brutal, and brimming
with wrong, and – to be blunt – couldn’t help but call to mind the
massacre of Armenians by the Ottoman Empire in 1915. In response, I
told him to do a word count. He did.

“Pft,” I commented. “I have to do twice that number of words every
day.”

He gave me a contemptuous look. “But you chose to do your stupid
job.”

First Born has never forgiven me for becoming a writer. When I was an
IT manager, his child-eyes looked up at me and gleamed with pride. I,
in his words, “played on computers all day”. I was like a cross
between Nelson Mandela and Batman. When I switched to writing novels
for a living, it went beyond disappointment for him, and into
betrayal. Even this very column is 306 daggers in his heart.

The guilt tortures me.
From: Baghdasarian

Vacation Armenian Style: Living the dacha life

armenianow.com
July 30, 2004

Vacation Armenian Style: Living the dacha life

By Julia Hakobyan
ArmeniaNow reporter
For more than 20 years summer holiday has meant a cottage in Karashamb for
the Stepanyan family of Yerevan.
The family stays in the village almost every weekend in summer, enjoying the
pure mountainous air and the coolness of a fruit garden, where the hammock,
swimming pool and a brazier for barbeque provide a break from the working
week.

Dachaland
“Most of all we enjoy the gardening,” says Areg Stepanyan, 35 “and relaxing
taking care of fruit trees and flowers.”
The story of the family dacha, (as Armenians call the summer cottages) goes
back to Soviet times, when in 1983 Areg’s father Vigen Stepanyan, got a plot
of land in the unsettled area of Karashamb, 35 kilometers north of Yerevan
in the Kotayk region. Stepanyan, an employee of the Yerevan Computer
Research and Development Institute was granted land for building summer
houses along with 500 other employees of their Institute. Despite the area
was bare and rocky the families decided to convert the desert into a cozy
spot of comfort.
Dachas are built in all regions of Armenia and many Armenians are fond of
spending weekends far from the noisy and dusty city during the hot summer
season. Some come for fresh air, others for weekend parties, and others,
like the Stepanyans, for gardening.
The seasonal homes are as diverse as the occupants and range from sparse,
modest hovels to luxurious Western-styled villas.
Dacha season starts with the first warmth of summer and concludes with the
return of school and the cool breaths of Autumn.
“It is hard to believe than some 20 years ago nothing looked like it does
here today,” Areg says. “And it’s hard to believe that we made the stones
bloom.”
Areg was 14 when he saw the area of future summer residences. “It was a huge
trench surrounded by mountains, where there was no water, no soil, and even
the weeds hardly made a way to grow.”

Too much harvest for one family
It took the Stepanyans and other families some 10 years to build houses and
lay out gardens.
Today the area where the academicians breathed life into desert is
captivating and every weekend from the two-storied wide-roofed houses buried
in verdures are heard the joyful voices of people inspired by their
mini-holidays.
“Some people come to dacha only for barbeque, but not us,” Areg says. “We
love gardening and come here for gardening. My late father put so much
effort in each tree that gardening is now rather a family tradition.”
In summer season Areg, his family, his sister’s family and their mother come
to the dacha each weekend, and each week they leave it with buckets full of
cherries, apricots, peach, currants, and other fruits.
“We can buy it all from the market, but it is so much pleasure eating fruits
from your own tree,” says Areg’s mother Sonya.
The Stepanyans say that a harvest from a garden of 500 sq. m. is too much
for both families even after they make jams for winter and they gladly give
the fruits to their neighbors and friends.
We often invite our friends to spend a night or two in the dacha. When our
guests learn that we have a big garden and apart from having fun have to
take care of it many say ‘Oh, no, do we have to work too? We don’t like
gardening.’ But once they enter a garden they start to work,” says Sonya.
“Some see the dry trees and want to water them; others see branches cracking
with fruit. They confess that gardening is really a relaxing procedure and
it makes people feel very close to nature.”
From: Baghdasarian

Intuition de genie Tigran Hamasyan, le jeune pianiste armenien

Le Télégramme
30 juillet 2004

Intuition de génie Tigran Hamasyan, le jeune pianiste arménien, a
fait l’unanimité pour lui.

Intuition de génie Tigran Hamasyan, le jeune pianiste arménien, a
fait l’unanimité pour lui.

Intuition de génie

Tigran Hamasyan, le jeune pianiste arménien, a fait l’unanimité pour
lui. Sans le vouloir, le coup de coeur du directeur du festival a
aussi montré son génie à quelques privilégiés pendant l’hommage à
Nougaro. Avant même que les mains de Maurice Vander ne poursuivent
leur course sur le clavier, Tigran, écoutant passionnément au pied de
la scène, avançait les siennes dans le vide, sur son piano virtuel.
Une intuition comme ça n’est pas branché sur l’oreille, mais plutôt
sur le coeur.

Les copains d’abord…

S’ils avaient chanté, les quatre copains de Claude auraient peut-être
choisi Brassens. L’ambiance sur scène faisait très « les copains
d’abord ». En dehors aussi d’ailleurs. Le point de ralliement des
compères à Vannes a été… le Roof ! Pères peinards, ils ont ensuite
donné des sueurs froides aux organisateurs du festival. A un quart
d’heure de monter sur scène, les amis franco de port étaient toujours
à l’hôtel ! Par contre, une fois trouvé le chemin des loges après
leur concert, il a été difficile de les en faire sortir. «’Y pas une
p’tite bouteille de rouge qui traîne ? » a demandé Eddy Louiss vers 2
h du matin. Il fallait bien ça pour oublier que Nougaro leur avait
posé un lapin.

Arrêtez… arrêté pour la musique !

Piaf ne faisait pas de jazz, d’accord. Mais la môme, qui a commencé
en poussant la chansonnette dans les rues, se battait par
anticipation pour le « off ». « Arrêté, arrêté pour la musique »
criait-elle dans l’accordéoniste. Eh bien Pierre Le Bodo l’a entendue
après un petit couac mardi soir. « Comme pour la Fête de la musique,
il faut officialiser la chose par un arrêté municipal ». En clair :
les cafés ne pourraient plus être taxés de tapage nocturne dès 22 h.
Le off pourrait alors faire « ouf »…

1.500 p’tits blancs pour le blues

Autre retour sur la soirée de mardi. Alors que Buddy sirotait du
Cognac sur scène, à l’entrée du festival les producteurs du
Bordelais, partenaires du festival, distribuaient petits blancs et
autres couleurs de « breuvage des dieux » aux fans du roi du Blues.
Un geste visiblement très apprécié.

1.650 personnes étaient à Limur ce soir-là. Les producteurs, eux, ont
distribué 1.500 verres de dégustation… Les organisateurs avaient
bien dit qu’ils avaient fait le plein !
From: Baghdasarian