(Miami, FL, USA)
No longer is my native tongue just a secret code among “odars,” but the vernacular. On the 15 minute walk to the gate labeled “Yerevan” these emotions flooded my brain. Now the chirping of my native tongue hits my ears and my fellow birds are singing songs to each other as we wait to fly to our tree.
Photograph taken by Shirak Zakaryan, March 2012