“Anatolian Suite”

Reminiscing about Mount Ararat in “Anatolian Suite”, Canadian writer Kildare Dobbs said: “…After a while we saw a great mountain raise its white head in front of us, looking over a shoulder of the glen from a long way off. Ararat! We watched it for a long time, rising and growing inch by inch its vast bulk was stretched along our left flank and we were in a brown plain surrounded by mountains…For thousands of years the Armenians, one of the oldest peoples on earth, had looked at this mountain. Ararat shone for them like a promise of redemption. I had seen images of it in Armenian homes in Toronto and in the Mekhitarist monastery San Lazzaro in the lagoon of Venice, where Armenian monks helped to keep alive the culture of their scattered nation. And now there were no Armenians on this side of the mountain. On the Soviet side, Armenians had valiantly survived since 1920. Rather than be massacred by the Turks, they had become a Soviet Socialist Republic…”

Reminiscing about Mount Ararat in “Anatolian Suite”, Canadian writer Kildare Dobbs said: “…After a while we saw a great mountain raise its white head in front of us, looking over a shoulder of the glen from a long way off. Ararat! We watched it for a long time, rising and growing inch by inch its vast bulk was stretched along our left flank and we were in a brown plain surrounded by mountains…For thousands of years the Armenians, one of the oldest peoples on earth, had looked at this mountain. Ararat shone for them like a promise of redemption. I had seen images of it in Armenian homes in Toronto and in the Mekhitarist monastery San Lazzaro in the lagoon of Venice, where Armenian monks helped to keep alive the culture of their scattered nation. And now there were no Armenians on this side of the mountain. On the Soviet side, Armenians had valiantly survived since 1920. Rather than be massacred by the Turks, they had become a Soviet Socialist Republic…”