Our living rooms are upstairs and as I sit listening to Delius I look out and see birches. Blue sky. A fair, warm, day. Summery, but past that point where we know it is waning. Where the night is beginning to regain its strength. When it feels just like that day near Ilkley Moor...
It seemed prosperous–near-new top-brand cars were parked in front of bright-looking shops. How come this place looks so much better off than Goris? Than most of Armenia?’ Ara shrugged. ‘No idea, Liz jan. Eighty per cent of all the Republic’s bills are paid by the Armenian ...
and we parked near her pale green Monte Carlo. No one lived there except birds, snakes, mice and I’m sure some other critters. But there were two or three large blueberry “trees” in the back yard.