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	<title>Yerevan &#187; Bridges</title>
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		<title>Mambo Italiano</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 00:42:34 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Milan</strong></p>
<p>Although Milan is considered to be the center of fashion, business and finance, my interest was directed more towards the cultural monuments. Our first stop was at the Piazza Scala, where the statue of Leonardo da Vinci was looking at the unimpressive facade of one of the world’s most prestigious opera houses – Teatro alla Scala. However, it was the music that was created and performed inside the building that has proven impressive, and even today every performance is sold out. The aristocrats of Milan supported their theater financially in exchange for private loges. What happened to this noble tradition?</p>
<p>Tickets to see the most famous fresco in the world – <em>Il Cenacolo</em> (The Last Supper) by Leonardo da Vinci – are sold out months in advance. It is located in Santa Maria delle Grazie, the beautiful 15th century Renaissance convent. The building and the fresco were subjects of multiple assaults. In 1652, a doorway was cut in the same wall, and workers had to cut out the feet of Christ in order to make the entrance. The building suffered its worst destruction during the World War II bombing, when everything collapsed except the wall with the famous fresco. Was it just a coincidence or a sign for non-believers?</p>
<p>Because the fresco is deteriorating, it is carefully protected. We had to pass at least three hermetically sealed chambers before entering the actual viewing room. Nobody is allowed to stay in the room longer than 15 minutes. Nevertheless, our guide asked us to inhale slowly in order to limit amount of exhaled carbon dioxide, which is damaging to the fresco. She didn’t have to ask. All of us were left breathless after just one look at the grandiose fresco depicting Christ telling his disciples that one of them will betray Him. The mastery of Leonardo da Vinci cannot be matched!</p>
<p>Our next stop was at Milan’s giant Duomo with its extraordinary roof containing 135 spires and innumerable statues and gargoyles. Among the many tombs and statues inside the church, is a depiction of San Bartolomeo carrying his own skin. Right next to Duomo is Milan’s enormous Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II with famous shops and restaurants. Our beautiful and intelligent Italian tour guide wanted to finish our excursion with an old tradition: “Touch the genitals of the bull and you’ll have a lucky return to Milan!”</p>
<p>I knew that touching certain genitals makes you want to come back to them, but I never thought that Italians prefer cattle.<br />
“Isn’t it dangerous?” I asked.<br />
“Oh, no! You simply have to step on them and make three circles around,” answered our tour guide.<br />
“No kidding! That must be a bull with some great genitals…” away from the Duomo, I started to have some impure thoughts.<br />
“The bull is engraved on the floor of our galleria,” my excitement was interrupted by our tour guide. It wasn’t until now that we noticed a group of visiting tourists making circles around one of the engraved marble plates at the center of the Galleria. Also at the center were famous stores like Prada, Louis Vuitton, Ferrari, and… McDonalds. <strong><em>Tempora mutantur nos et mutamur in illis (The times change, and we change with them).</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>South Africa: Where the World Meets the Wild</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 00:28:15 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The Republic of South Africa is a country where humans and wild animals, ultra-modern cities and untouched nature, progress and ancient superstitions coexist remarkably well.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Only the Sun is Higher</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 04:49:46 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Seafarers brought the eponymous ship to the shores of the medieval <strong>Armenian Kingdom Cilicia</strong> on September 21, 2004 — Armenia’s Independence Day. Areg Nazarian, the captain’s first mate, described the land in great detail. Grand images of the past were evoked by the excursion and the names of the countries and cities that had long slipped into the abyss of time resounded with a proud echo. This land changed surprisingly little over the last ten centuries, yet the walls of its majestic fortresses began to crumble. Probably because they have not defended anyone for a long time: either from pirates, Mongols, or some other enemy… There are some scattered boat docks and Turkish flags above the half-erased Armenian inscriptions on the arches of the fortresses’ walls. Who would have thought that the inscriptions would still be there! It is hardly crowded, but you may still spot a motel or a campsite here and there.</p>
<p>And what is more — Musa Ler (the Mountain of Moses) towers above all this grandeur. It turns out that there is a village in today’s Cilicia named Vakif where all the residents are Armenian: the very same and authentic Cilicians from long ago. And they speak Cili…, well, 
Armenian.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Captivating Beauty</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 18:05:13 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<strong>Barcelona</strong> attracts people from across like a magnet. What is it: a call from one’s soul, an escape from problems, or a quest for happiness? Why, leaving hearth and home, do they go to this particular city? The answer is simple: freedom. Nobody here pays attention to what you wear, or do, or to which God you pray. Barcelona values you as you are. Seventeen hundred years of history &#8211; the rule of the Romans, Muslims, Castilians, French, plus revolutions and the anti-Catalonian dictatorship &#8211; have taught its citizens to value freedom. It is this that inspires many newcomers to stay here for life. ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Enemy of Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 22:06:56 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I negotiated a ride with a taxi driver for fifty (local) pounds. I had to return to the hotel from Cairo International Airport. A night in Cairo glimpsed through the window: the Nile with its five star-liners and small motor-boats, palms illuminated by street lights, mosques, a half-moon hanging high above the Nile, silver horns up. And finding myself without a ticket at the airport!</p>
<p>It all started in the little town of Hurghada. A favorite spot of tourists from former Soviet countries &#8211; Russia, Ukraine, Belarus and Poland &#8211; it is a resort recently built on the shore of the Red Sea (by the way, the second saltiest after the Dead Sea). It is a town with more tourists than native Egyptians and more starred hotels (of various levels) than residential houses or apartments. Hotels, souvenir shops, restaurants and cafes – all the necessities for a tourist – can be found on Sheraton Road.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Roads of the Diaspora: Côte D&#8217;Azure</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 21:28:55 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>According to a famous song, every coastline and every seashore is unique. There are the shores we&#8217;d like to forget, such as the Turkish Shore. There are foreign shores, such as the Ivory Coast in West Africa or Bondi Beach in Australia. Finally, there is the Côte D&#8217;Azur: the most gorgeous and the most familiar of all European shores.</p>
<p>Real places and real things rarely live up to our imaginations. Marseille, however, does just that – it is a dazzling city by the sea, festive, cheerful, ethnically and culturally diverse and more than a little bit adventurous, depending on what the visitor has in mind.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beauty &amp; the Flower</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 20:21:39 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[This story has it all – a rich merchant, his beautiful and well-educated daughter and, naturally, an exotic flower. The setting is the tropical island of the Lion, located between Asia and Oceania, and the main characters are Armenian immigrants.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Afternoon tea in London</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 04:58:51 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Oscar Wild once said, “The man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world.” Such conversational domination must have been more of an accomplishment in Wilde’s day, as I was rarely exposed to topics other than the weather over dinner, which is something of an irony given that the weather in the Albion is the same for everyone.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pirates of the Mediterranean</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 03:25:22 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The Greek name “Kypros,” referring to the island’s ancient copper mines, is a misnomer. Cyprus is nothing less than a jewel entangled in legends and passions dating back several millennia. It was in Cyprus that the international effort led by Othello repelled the attacks of the Ottoman conquerors. It was in Cyprus that King Richard the Lionheart consolidated his armies in the attempt to regain the Holy Land, and it was here that Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, emerged from the foam of the sea on a giant seashell. Due to its strategic location at the crossroads of important trade routes, it has been ruled by the Assyrians, Persians, Romans, Byzantines, European Crusaders, Venetians, the French, Ottomans, the British and even, at some point, by Armenians.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>St. Lazarus Island: the Venetian custodian of Armenian culture</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 07:21:29 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Venice, nicknamed Serenissima in Italian or Queen of the Adriatic in English, is made up of more than forty islands. They dot the shallow, marshy lagoon created by the estuaries of the Piave, Brenta and Sile rivers.  About half the islands lie abandoned while others house the municipal cemetery, sanitariums, mental hospitals, prisons, market, gardens, medieval churches, a luxury marina and hotel. Just a mile away, but still within distant sight of St. Mark&#8217;s Square, is St. Lazarus Island, locally known as San Lazzaro degli Armeni, the long-revered shrine of Armenians and its literati.]]></content:encoded>
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