It’s good we have those rare power cuts in Armenia (mostly caused by rains) - I seem to forget sometimes just how bad it used to be in mid-90s.

I woke up in Gyumri today without electricity (read: no hot water, no TV, no internet, no charge in my mobile phone, and my pocket pc being out of sync…) and I felt - God, I’m so lucky to be in Armenia, and better yet - in Gyumri, for now I have no other choice but go have coffee with my parents (as I’m in Gyumri on a prolonged visit to my parents), ‘cause there’s just not many places you can go to or do if you are in Gyumri on a Sunday morning.

I’d say I’m a little Americanized – with all the bad consequences of it, and I have that firm belief inside, that spending your first morning hours talking to your parents around the cup of coffee, instead of skimming through the RSS news feeds and blogs is a most boring way for starting the day. Plus – lack of hot water makes you so miserable …yeah, we definitely have to hang on to that Nuclear power plant – ‘cause life without electricity is – brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..

So I went up to face my fortune, and the deep-dark-black-Armenian-coffee was refreshing, and the gossiping about the neighbors was splendid – and much more informative, then reading about the UN plans on Darfur, or the plane crushing in Brazil, for although it is such a little bit of news to find out that the boy next door has left for Spain as an illegal immigrant, and that the girl next door got married and has a baby-boy now – it is life, and it is the Life in Armenia!