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I live in a village near Armavir Marz, which for a long time seemed like the most boring region of Armenia. Sure, it has Echmiadzin, the historic center of the Armenian Apostolic Church, but that’s so far to the East of the Marz that it’s practically a suburb of Yerevan, and everyone treats it as such. Other Marzes have stunning mountains, placid valleys, deep forests, serene lakes and historic cities. Armavir Marz starts as a swampy and treeless plain along the Arax river, which forms its Southern and Western Border, then turns into a rocky, treeless plain that slopes upwards towards Mt. Aragats, the tallest mountain in Armenia (which is, of course, in Aragatsotn Marz). The best the region could boast for natural beauty was that it has an excellent view of Mt. Ararat, because there’s nothing else to get in the way. Except, of course, for the 4 smokestacks of the Metsamor nuclear powerplant, which can be seen from nearly every corner of the Marz. “Surely,” I thought, “There’s nothing out here that can bring in tourists.”
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| Armavir Marz: Good Sightlines |
But I found out that I was wrong! Armavir Marz boasts not one, but two excellent and under-discovered museums, both of which are only a short drive from Echmiadzin and Yerevan: The Metsamor Archaeological Site and The Sardarapat Museum and Memorial.
The Sardarapat Museum and Memorial is the site of a last-ditch battle in 1918 between the nascent Republic of Armenia and the forces of the Ottoman Empire, who wished to reclaim Yerevan, Gyumri (then Alexandropol) and Tbilisi. The Armenians won, ensuring the survival of the nation and the people. Memories of the battle were soon eclipsed by the arrival of the Red Army in 1921 and the establishment of the Armenian Soviet Socialist Republic. But in 1968, a memorial was erected, accompanied by an ethnographic museum.
On the November day I visited, the grounds of the memorial were completely empty, which certainly added to the monumental feel of the Soviet Architecture. It took a full ten minutes to cover the distance from the memorial to the ethnographic museum, during which time I saw no other people. I did, however, note a plaque, a bronze copy of a proclamation by the Senate of the great state of New Jersey memorializing the Battle of Sardarapat.
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| New Jersey Recognizes |
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| The Memorial |
When I got to the museum, the staff quickly turned the lights on for me. I was impressed. It had obviously been recently renovated. Someone turned on a new flat-screen TV and popped in a DVD with a program about the architecture of the memorial and the museum, which is built like a caravanserai. The museum exhibited clothes, weapons, pottery and artifacts of daily life, including a working loom. In the central courtyard is an exhibit dedicated to the battle, showcasing the weapons and tactics used.
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| A looming presence |
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| Manos |
As I was walking around, I suddenly heard English voices echoing through the stone corridor. I raced up to the second floor. There was a small group of tourists from Finland! I listened to the rest of the tour, then introduced myself to the guide. Over tea and apple slices in front of the electric stove/space heater in a back room, she told me she was an English teacher at a local village school who moonlighted as a tour guide on weekends. We exchanged numbers, then I began the long walk back to the complex’s entrance.
The Metsamor Archaelogical Site is located near the village of Taronik, about 10km west of Echmiadzin. From the Bronze Age until the 17th century AD, the area was a thriving urban center. Its residents produced and traded gold, obsidian, ceramics and other valuable commodities that were dug up during excavations in the 1950’s, 60’s and 70’s.
At the Metsamor Museum, you can see the ruins of ancient observatories and factories, as well as artifacts bearing the marks of the empires that rose and fell around Armenia: Babylonian Cuneiform Seals, Assyrian Bulls, Hellenistic Vases. When I visited in January, I was the only guest.
[[Jana, come out, there’s a man here!]] I heard one of the staff call to the other.
[[What?]]
[[There’s a man here, a foreigner!]]
[[Does he speak Russian?]]
[To me] “Paval Ruskie?”
[[No, I speak English and a little Armenian.]]
[[You have to buy a ticket. Would you like a tour?]]
[[How much is it?]]
[[300 dram for the ticket, 1500 for the tour in Armenian, 3000 for the tour in English]]
[[I’ll take the English tour please]]
And so I got a tour from Ashot, a stout, sturdy scientist and archaeological expert who spoke some English, and Mariam, a pretty young student and translator from Echmiadzin. Mariam’s cellphone kept ringing,[1] so many times Ashot conducted the tour in Armenian, which my taxi driver dutifully listened to in between checking his watch. Mariam was off her cell when Ashot took us to the padlocked iron gate to the basement.“Our greatest treasure here is” said Ashot
“Here are our greatest treasures” said Mariam
The only light came from the display case, which housed a skeleton lying in a fetal position, surrounded by jewels and accompanied by three skulls, each with a hole in the side of their head.
“Rich man.” Said Ashot
“He was a rich man, buried with his servants” said Mariam.
The next room was also dark, with light coming from glass cases holding jewelry made from gold and precious stones, as well as the museum’s treasure: a frog made from precious stone, marked with cuneiform that noted it weighed precisely one shekel, about 8.5 grams.
After coming out of the basement, I walked the grounds with Ashot while Mariam stayed warm inside. We picked up ceramic shards from the dirt. He gave one to me.
[A gift.] he said.
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