Say hello to our little friend, Artur. Artur is a 5’0” Karabakhtsi 17-year-old who was assigned to take care of us during our time in Karabakh, and boy, is he a character! At first, we were all a little confused as to why this little runt would follow us around from place to place, but it didn’t take too long for our opinion of him to change.
Last weekend, we had a small getaway to Stepanakert, and of course, Artur came along. During this trip, away from the responsibility of camp and the kids, we saw the silly side of Artur. He has a personality that is very difficult to put into words. His voice inflects in such a way that even if you don’t understand the words he’s saying, you definitely know what he’s thinking. I, Nicole, personally bonded with Artur on a level I didn’t think I could with someone who spoke only pure Karabakhtsi Armenian. We pushed and shoved like siblings, and teased each other like lifelong friends. I, Ani, created an interesting bond with Artur. He is like the little brother I never wanted, who never stops talking, and always asks questions, but I love him with all my heart.
Needless to say, Artur was certainly one of the best blessings that we received in Martuni. Artur, if you’re reading this (translated), thank you for everything you did for us these past two weeks. We love you!