Lilith Matevosyan: I had left my home early in the morning


Mittwoch, 9. Oktober 2019, 19 Uhr
Franz&Lissy, Lisztstr.176, 67061 Ludwigshafen

Fotografische Recherche zur Geschichte einer armenischen Familie
Zur Ausstellungseröffnung spricht Dr. Lida von Mengden
Ausstellung vom 9. Oktober – 29. November 2019

What can we call our «home»? The place in which we were born, or the address that
is specified in the passport; maybe this place is where we live native people, or the city
in which we dream to leave?

Vanadzor. Armenia, 2018 - 2019
I was born the year after the earthquake, in April 1989. Then my mother carried me under her heart and miraculously survived during the strong 8-ball tremors. I could not see the horrors of what was happening after the tragedy, but in my memory there are
fragments of memories from my childhood, which I spent in Armenia. For parents it was a hard time without work, light, water, and most importantly —hope.
My memories of a happy childhood in a dusty yard, walks through the woods in search of thyme, playing hide-and-seek in an unlit night yard. I remember the village where my family lived after the earthquake — in a one-storey house built by the Finns in the area of Darpas, as humanitarian aid to the victims.
People still live in these «outhouses». I spent my childhood in this house until our family emigrated to Russia in 1993.
My father often took me with him on what seemed to me at that time to be large journeys from Armenia to Georgia. The borders in 1993 were like minefields of bandit groups. We did not avoid meeting with them. That was the first time I saw people with
guns. After the first shot, I was afraid for my father. He didn’t put his hands up on the order, dad covered my eyes with them. I was 3 years old.