Lachin: Life In No Man’s Land
Photographs © Onnik James Krikorian 2001-3.
ARTICLES ABOUT LACHIN
LIFE IN NO MAN’S LAND
Following a 1994 ceasefire agreement that put fighting between Armenia and Azerbaijan over Nagorno Karabakh on hold, there are also disagreements on the return of lands surrounding Nagorno Karabakh too.
First published 2001
LACHIN CONFRONTS A DEMOGRAPHIC CRISIS
First published 2006
LACHIN: THE EMPTYING LANDS
The local residents of Suarassy seem oblivious to the hidden danger as they herd cattle down a road known to have been mined during the Armenian-Azerbaijani war of the early Nineties. Despite the mangled military lorry rusting in a ditch to one side, none of their cows have so far detonated seven anti-tank mines still believed to be buried underneath, so they reckon the road is safe.
First published 2006
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Armenia: The Spear
Being based in Armenia for 12 years hasn’t only given me plenty to photograph and write about, but also provides me with an opportunity to fix for many large media organizations. Last year, for example, I regularly fixed for the BBC, Al Jazeera English and The Wall Street Journal as well as photographed and organized a series of reports for The National. However, albeit with a few exceptions, the subject matters were the same — Armenia-Turkey relations and the unresolved conflict with Azerbaijan over the disputed territory of Nagorno Karabakh.
Личная история: Война и Переселение
Я родилась в Варденисе, в 1984-ом году. Четыре года спустя вся моя семья, а также родсвенники в связи с массовыми переселениями вынуждены были покинуть Армению и бежать в Азербайджан. Тогда мне было 4 года и, оглядываясь назад я не могу вспомнить все, что я оставила там , за собой. И я не знаю, к лучшему это или нет, что я не все помню. Но перед моими глазами проносятся отрывками воспоминания о нашем доме, садике, игровой площадке, моих друзьях, яблочном деревце и о петуке, которого я очень любила.
Personal Reflections on Conflict and Displacement
i was born in vardenis in 1984, but four years later my entire family, including all my relatives, had to leave armenia. i was only four when i left armenia, fleeing to azerbaijan due to the mass displacements. in retrospect, i don’t know whether that’s fortunate or not as i am unable to remember everything i left behind. however, i do remember our house, our garden, the playground, my friends, my apple tree, and the rooster which i loved so much.