Shushi Cannot Become a Street or a Fridge Chicken for Me: Zohrabyan

Former MP Naira Zohrabyan wrote on her Facebook page: "Shushi cannot become a street or a fridge chicken for me. Today, in the street, I was offered to join a petition for establishing Shushi Street in Yerevan. I will not join initiatives to establish a Shushi Street, open a club named after Hadrut, or create a folk dance ensemble named 'Karvachar' so that the number of those who love the historical homeland does not increase by another one.

Yes, I also don't want to turn Istanbul into a sea of blood. Very soon, unifications with the names ‘Shushi,’ ‘Hadrut,’ ‘Dadivank,’ and other places in our homeland that remain with the Turk will be created in Russia and Los Angeles, where all those rooted from Shushi will gather on the day of Shushi’s liberation and its surrender to the Turk at the 'Shushi' club. According to the tradition of historical memory, 'Shushi,' 'Hadrut,' 'Berdzor,' 'Katari,' dance ensembles will be created in the whole Diaspora and in Armenia. This is an important attribute of our historical legacy.

Then, at Vernissage, they will start selling relics from our historical Artsakh. For example, a ladle, and when you ask why this piece of clay is so expensive, the seller will look at you with a centuries-old Mesropian gaze and say: ‘It’s from our historical Shushi.’ And you will humbly buy that ladle with the same sacred shivering as we now buy the nail brought from historical Kars or Van.

And most importantly, songs will be written, and performances staged about our lost historical lands, like ‘Kars, Kars, Kars, the bride of Armenia.’ Let’s not forget the wines, and our perennial oligarch, who squeezes bread out of stone, will produce wines named ‘Shushi,’ ‘Hadrut,’ ‘Dadivank,’ ‘Apostolic,’ ‘Ughtadzor,’ ‘Nor Maragha,’ ‘Aghavnatun,’ ‘Iskhanatzor,’ ‘Tsitseravank,’ ‘Msheni,’ and we will certainly say they are red, so that when we drink, we say, ‘It’s the color of Armenian blood.’

And let us live loving our historical homeland, turning our lost localities into fridge chickens. Because loving the historical homeland is easy; it should not be preserved and strengthened, there is no need to fight stubbornly for it, because it is already historical. The historical does not want you to fight for it every day so that you do not lose it. The historical does not want anything anymore, because it has become the name of a club, a dance and song ensemble, or a fridge chicken.

Oh, and let’s not forget that today, right now, all of us, through our inaction and historical folly, should do everything possible to ensure that Armenia quickly becomes historical too. So that later, in Los Angeles or Min-Vodi, we can comfortably open another kebab house named ‘Armenia,’ with pictures of Yerevan hammered on the wall, made from onions brought from the historical village of Akunk, and the song ‘Erebuni-Yerevan.’"