The Rebirth of Armenia
National Geographic - 2004By Frank Viviano
Photographs by Alexandra Avakian
Soldiers serve as honorary godfathers for 200 children being baptized at Tatev Monastery, part of celebrations in 2001 marking Armenia's 1,700 years as a Christian nation. Mass baptisms became a familiar scene in Armenia in the years following the country's independence from the Soviet Union, which tried to muzzle religion during its 70-year rule. For more than a decade the Armenian Apostolic Church allowed such communal ceremonies in order to accommodate the large numbers of Armenians returning to their religious roots, but last year the church announced that it no longer sanctioned mass baptisms.
We had purchased four maps, with four radically different versions of the route to Amaras, on the assumption that one of them might bear some slim connection to reality. Gevorg Melkonian, a veteran guide to the remote backcountry of the Caucasus, pulled the car over every half hour, and we stared at the maps in turn, trying to make sense of our location.
It was a hopeless task. All four maps were exercises in fiction, and every road sign had been blasted into illegible shreds by shrapnel and tank fire. In the end we relied on dead reckoning, lurching south at a seven-mile (11-kilometer) an-hour crawl through occasional mud holes so deep and slick that Gevorg's Russian-manufactured four-by-four spun in 180-degree fishtails.
At the village of Majkalashen, a lone farmer turned up mounds of rich black soil amid vineyards in April bud and cottony orchards of flowering apricot, his waist and shoulders hitched to a plow mule. The landscape might have been lost to time had it not been for an International Red Cross marker less than 300 yards (270 meters) from the farmer. "Minefields," Gevorg explained.
This is the insurgent nation of Nagorno-Karabakh: forever Armenian in the eyes of its 130,000 embattled residents. A breakaway province of Azerbaijan, according to international law. An independent state since 1991 by its own unilateral declaration, diplomatically recognized by no foreign government. And the setting of a six-year conflict that killed as many as 25,000 Azeris and 5,000 Armenians before an uneasy truce, still broken regularly by gunfire, was declared in 1994.
This is also the template of Armenian history, a 3,000-year chronicle of defiance and survival.
Two hours beyond Majkalashen we crested a ridge and wove down earthen switchbacks into the Amaras valley. The fourth-century Monastery of St. Gregory the Illuminator, the patron saint of Armenians, stood above a creek bed, utterly deserted, engulfed in the silence of gnarled mulberry trees.
We climbed through an aperture in the bullet-riddled stone rampart that surrounded the monastery. The rampart's inside wall had been fitted with cells for the monks; it took very little imagination to visualize them steadily transcribing texts and teaching the classics of antiquity to novitiates. The monastic complex at Amaras housed the first school established by Armenians in Karabakh, a foundation shrine of their educational traditions and written language.
The monastery's later annals are a catalog of desecrations. It was sacked by Persians in the fifth century, Arabs in the seventh, and Genghis Khan's Mongol warriors in the thirteenth. A century and a half later came Tamerlane, riding a furious wind of conquest from Samarqand to the Mediterranean; determined to outdo the Mongols, he razed the entire complex and had its stones thrown into a river. According to oral tradition, the surviving monks waited until Tamerlane was out of sight, then pulled the ruins from the water and rebuilt their monastery, stone by stone.
I took the tortuous road to Amaras because its monastery had played a key role in the Armenians' distant past. But Nagorno-Karabakh also spoke directly to the 21st century. The rebellion against Azerbaijan was the first of the deadly conflicts to erupt in the ruins of the Soviet Union as its empire disintegrated, the first post–Cold War war, fought on the battlefields of ethnic nationalism and antipathy that have redesigned the world's map in the past decade.
In Stepanakert, Karabakh's largest city, Azeri forces had hit the central high school with "19 missiles, 4 heavy artillery shells, and 9 bombs," Karen Andreyan, the principal, told me. We visited a classroom where 15-year-olds in a compulsory military training program demonstrated their speed taking apart and reassembling Kalashnikov assault rifles. They were down to an average of 20 seconds.
Andreyan was proud of them. But he was prouder yet that the school had remained in operation throughout the war. "We taught literature classes, music, math, science, history, and geography in underground tunnels."
A very old story, Armenians will tell you. Armenia's early contemporaries—the Hittites and the Chaldeans, the Phoenicians and Phrygians, the Lydians and Medes—vanished long ago. But the Armenians are still present. The longer I traveled among them, the more I recognized that my journey was an inquiry into an ancient drama—the cycle of disaster and regeneration embodied in the tale of Noah, whose ark, According to the Old Testament, came to rest in Armenia after the Flood.
At every turn in the Armenian landscape, the echoes of that primeval drama can still be heard. History for Armenians has never been a matter of detached experience, lost in the currents of change. It is an unbroken cultural memory that reaches back three millennia, an identity so tenacious that it has weathered every imperial rise and fall from Babylon to perestroika.
Inscriptions in old Persian make the earliest recorded allusion to a land known as Armina in 518 b.c. But under their own name, the Hai (even today, in Armenian, the nation is called Hayastan), they had settled in what is now known as the Caucasus and eastern Anatolia centuries earlier. Legend has it that the Hai are descended from a renowned archer, Hayk, a great-great-grandson of Noah who escaped the doomed city of Babel before its celebrated tower fell.
Already a thousand years before the birth of Christ, the theme of survival is central to the Armenian identity. Already its origins are shrouded in antique mists. After that the mists only grow denser, and the saga of Armenian longevity becomes a riddle. What is Armenia?
The straightforward answer in the year 2004 is that it's a nation of three million citizens in the southern reaches of the Caucasus Mountains, 11,500 square miles (30,000 square kilometers) of stony highland roughly the size of Belgium or Maryland. Landlocked and earthquake ridden, it lies squarely on one of history's most venerable trade routes—the land bridge from Europe to Asia—now bordered by Turkey, Georgia, Azerbaijan, and Iran.
But the borders of this Armenia only date back to 1921, when Soviet Russia annexed part of a short-lived republic that was born in the ashes of World War I, allotting Nagorno-Karabakh to the Soviet Republic of Azerbaijan and establishing the current Armenian capital at Yerevan. For the previous five and a half centuries, Armenia did not even exist as a state; it was a geographic term with little political meaning, referring to a people who had been parceled out among the territorial claims of the Ottoman Turks, the Persians, and the Russians.
Turn the historic clock back to the epoch of Julius Caesar's Rome, the first century before Christ, and Armenia is an empire under Tigranes the Great, whose realm extends from the Caspian Sea to the Holy Land. Turn it forward again, to the ninth century, and the giant Armenia of Caesar's day has been carved up into provincial satrapies of Byzantium and the Arab caliphate. Then come the relentless Turkic invasions that gradually loosen the Byzantine grip, and in a development that would seem utterly implausible for another nation, the Kingdom of Armenia effectively packs its bags in the 12th century and moves several hundred miles west to the region of Cilicia along the Mediterranean coast.
Eight centuries later, in 2001, two French academics published a historical atlas intended to make cartographic sense of Armenia's constant metamorphosis. The task required no fewer than 60 separate maps, yet the authors still felt obliged to apologize for a lack of precision.
The sole constant in their atlas is the towering presence of Mount Ararat, the geographic fulcrum on which all the maps turn, the centerpiece of Armenia's collective imagination. As a Turkish military zone, it is strictly off-limits to Armenians.
You are looking at the great Armenian paradox," Jivan Tabibian said. We stood at the second-floor window of the Foreign Ministry building in Yerevan, watching clouds scuttle across the mountain's ice-capped 16,854-foot (5,138-meter) crown. Tabibian, a diplomat whose portfolio includes ambassadorships to four countries and two international organizations, was discussing a policy initiative when he abruptly fell silent, gazing at Ararat. It's impossible not to be distracted by Ararat in Yerevan. Despite its enormous mass, the great peak seems to float weightlessly over the city, engaged in permanent dialogue with Little Ararat, its 12,782-foot (3,896-meter) neighbor.
The vast snowy brow of Ararat glowers, pronounces, with hallucinatory power. Its name is derived from that of a Bronze Age god, Ara, whose talismanic cult of death and rebirth mirrored the seasonal transitions of Ararat from lifeless winter to fertile spring. Little Ararat, by contrast, is an exercise in calm, rational idealism, a volcanic cone so perfectly shaped that it suggests not so much what a mountain is as what a mountain ought to be.
You can't ponder the two Ararats for long without drifting into philosophical reflection, and the Armenians have been pondering them since the birth of civilization.
The philosopher in Jivan Tabibian maintains that his people's identity is inextricably bound to the experience of loss, to the serial reorderings of the map that have often stranded their most hallowed landmarks in someone else's state. Like the Monastery of St. Gregory the Illuminator deep in the hills of Nagorno-Karabakh, Mount Ararat lies outside the contemporary Armenian Republic, beyond the closed frontiers of a hostile Turkey.
"The paradox embodied in that mountain," Tabibian said, "has to do with our sense of place," the concept that is so essential to most national identities. "We are not place bound"—an impossibility, given Armenia's ceaseless traumas, metamorphoses, and peregrinations—"but we are intensely place conscious."
Later I repeated Tabibian's enigmatic words to Vartan Oskanian, the Republic of Armenia's foreign minister. And he too offered a philosopher's reflection on Ararat. "Every morning we look at it," he said. "It's only 25 miles (40 kilometers) from this building, and we feel we can almost touch it. But we can't go there. Ararat is our pride and our frustration. Our history. The unfulfilled dreams that drive us."
The paradox of Armenian identity may be even more acute for those who do not watch the sun set over Ararat each evening: the diasporans who account for four million of the estimated seven million Armenians alive today. As a foreign correspondent, I had chanced on their churches or tombstones in Singapore and Hong Kong, Cairo and Jerusalem, Moscow, Venice, and Naples. There are Armenian enclaves in Ukraine, Romania, Bulgaria, and Poland, Armenian-owned vineyards in California, Armenian pop stars and intellectuals in New York City and Paris.
Most are descendants of the greatest catastrophe in their people's history: the WWI-era massacres in the Ottoman Empire that were the murderous 20th century's first major experience of genocide. Ostensibly provoked by a militant surge of Armenian nationalism against the repressive Ottoman government —and despite the fact that tens of thousands of Armenians were loyally serving in the Ottoman army, which was allied with Germany—the government crackdown in 1915 grew into an organized effort to exterminate an entire community.
In 1913 the empire had an Armenian population of about two million, according to parish records of the Armenian Apostolic Church. Fewer than 100,000 remained in 1920. Estimates of the dead in what is now Turkey range from 600,000 to 1.5 million. Except for a short time after WWI, no Turkish government has ever acknowledged that a systematic slaughter of Armenians occurred.
Three generations later, the events of the massacre still had violent repercussions; beginning in 1973 and continuing over two decades, dozens of Turkish diplomats and nationals were murdered, allegedly by Armenian terrorists.
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