Փողոծի վրա լսել եմ հայերեն:

Yesterday for the first time in a month I heard Armenian in the street.  The dus and duks were flying around; the hard sounds rolled right out into the street.They didn't look Armenian to me.  Where were the pointy shoes?  Where were the mullets?  Where were the cigarettes?But I heard it; my ears knew it before my heart did.  There I was listening to Armenians.  And the best part, I understood them.  I walked right up and said, "Duk hay ek?"  They said that they were indeed Armenians. They asked me if I was Armenian which to me felt like a small honor.  I explained that I have lived in Armenia for two years, that I am a Peace Corps volunteer returned for surgery, that I had to stop them and speak some Armenian because I was afraid I'd lost that closeness with the language.They were from Boston. They said it was such a pleasure to meet an American who speaks Armenian so well.I told them that the pleasure was surely mine.