She thinks in English, embraces her Armenianness and thinks of Russian as lyrical. She puts those languages into different boxes and opens them one by one. Sometimes quickly, sometimes slow.

Where to fit the tiny little boxes of French and Korean?

She just lets them go. She even dropped a couple of the above mentioned boxes so carelessly that for a minute or two she was left speechless. She can unite all those three languages together. Not necessarily use them all at once, but use them together partially which will make her literature even more meaningful.

Yes, she is trapped. Yes dear reader, you’re remembering right. We are our worst enemy. But she has to turn that double sided sword into a magic wand. She is no wizard, but her will is magic. She is no linguist, but her knowledge is keen.