Déjà-vu, hopefully, only imaginary

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The massive power outages throughout Armenia on July 10 served as a pretext to once again confirm that the level of politicization in Armenia is overwhelmingly unprecedented, it just rolls over.

The country immediately, as if by order, split into two camps, and heated discussions and controversy flared up in the social networks. 

A part of the society, according to their habit, started developing conspiracy theories on black powers and accusing the counter-revolutionaries, the former regime and the second president Kocharyan, his entourage, and the other side, with a masochistic pleasure, started spreading Levon Ter-Petrosyan's photos and hinting at going back to cold and dark years.

To be honest, the power cuts that took place on July 10 reminded me, as well as many people of middle age and older generation, of the 1990s power shutdowns. But in a quite different sense.

In the 90s we were completely different. More persistent, patient and strong. And, most importantly, we believed that we should courageously survive all the hardships and difficulties in the name of preserving our statehood, in the name of victory, in the name of the future of our children. Willy-nilly, we united, rallied, because we needed each other on an instinctive level. Instinct that has been in our blood for several millennia.

Remember how under the light of a candle and the smell of the familiar dry alcohol,  we used to make coffee (the gas pipeline periodically  exploded in Georgia, depriving us of blue fuel) on dark evenings, we and our neighbors got together to drink tea and eat the most delicious dish in the world - potatoes baked in a homemade oven?

And then, years later, there came a deep disappointment when it turned out that while we bravely confronted all the difficulties of living without electricity and gas, some were selling our electricity to neighboring countries. Even a criminal case on stolen fuel oil and other energy sources was opened. Was opened and left incomplete.

I reflected on all this on the eve, with my eyes fixed on the dark screen of a discharged laptop, unwittingly thinking that, if, God forbid, this gloomy Déjà-vu suddenly becomes a reality, we won’t survive a day without communication tools and will fall into deep depression.

July 10 shed light on another important circumstance: how we depend on external circumstances, how fragile our world is, how unpredictable our immediate neighbors are, and, let alone events unfolding around Iran - a country with which we are connected by a common energy system. And next to all of this there is “proud Armenia strong in spirit” - a small boat in the middle of a raging ocean ...

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