I discovered an Armenian poet from Karabakh I hadn’t known before—his name is Vazgen Ohanjanian, better known by his pen name, Ovyan...

To me, it is above all a refuge from vulgarity. And what is vulgarity? The celebration of individuality, of the ego, and of personality....

Iran is a country people always talk about, yet never seem to know well enough; that is the impression I’ve gathered over the years. I also remember that the choice to travel to Iran—at the very dawn ...

I found a book by Ivan Shishkin at the Vernissage Market in Yerevan — an old edition printed by Aurora Art Publishers in Leningrad...

I no longer drink coffee. I’m Italian, but I can’t tolerate it anymore—it smells bad to me, especially espresso. It’s been a year now since I stopped drinking coffee, and from that day on I haven’t ev...