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Armenia has a Smell – First Impression – U. Tamar Alexanian

Armenia has a smell.  It hit me the moment I stepped off of the airplane, jet lagged and vowing (once again) to never fly through Moscow.  It lingers on my skin, long after I’ve showered, making me feel like a physical part of this country. Sometimes Armenia’s smell is fresh; my first successful load of laundry hanging on our clothesline, for the neighbors to (literally) see; ten kilos of almost-ripe apricots, over-ripe cherries, baby strawberries,

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