Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

common? I wait for it to grow dark and turn off the light in my room too, so that I can watch TV with my old lady. I match the flickering light and the colors with the flickering light and colors in her room. It’s not this channel, not this one, not this one… Aha, this one matches. Bravo, granny, you’re watching a cultural channel. Hey, I’ve seen this movie. It’s Hanneke’s Amour. We’re past the halfway point in the movie. I know it by heart. This movie will kill my granny. Come on, lady. Please don’t watch this. I wonder if she’s watched the scene when they’re having breakfast, and the woman freezes an egg for her husband. Or when the husband is afraid of his wife’s blank stare. You shouldn’t watch this. Turn it off, my dear, don’t watch it, I beg you. I want all the electricity in the whole world to go off. The old people have come together. The actor is eighty-five years old, the actress – eighty, the director – seventy. Over two hours, they slowly move on the other side of the screen, with infinite love for this world. Now I’m watching the scene when the husband exercises his disabled wife’s dead leg. There are no shocking scenes in the movie, but the director comes and sits next to you, whispering in your ear for two hours – you have to understand that we are all going to die, death is a horrible thing, just as old age is offensive to humanity. Death is not pain, it is an insult, a boring insult. I had found myself attached to this movie so much that I had almost rearranged my furniture to match the set up in the movie – the bookshelves, guest room, kitchen, curtains, and I had ordered the same wooden

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