Cheer up! Here's some lavash :)

The penthouse girls (the wonderful 4 inhabitants of the best penthouse in Yerevan), recently got some bad news. The owner, and neighbour (and former friend) paid us a visit in the night of April 3rdto announce:

'Girls, I sold your house, you need to move out!'

I got home to find three incredulous girls, wondering how on earth this could happen, and what we would do next. I was quite confident, saying 'pfff.. we have a contract!' and imagining that we'd just have to remind this to him and that he'll let us stay because some law would oblige him to. That's not how it went, there were heated discussions, mediated and assisted by some armenian colleagues, to get to a 'friendly' agreement, which wasn't friendly at all for us. We decided to contact the agency, who told us about all the lies that our landlord had told about us (having so many parties and being indecent, saying nothing about selling the house), and about our rights to get far more than was offered by our landlord. But again.. in a country like Armenia, what ought to be is different than what actually is. And except calling our landlord to tell him 'shame on you', they couldn't do much. 'This is Armenia, the laws don't matter here', tell this to 3 western european girls ;) There is much more to the story... but I won't bore you with the complete version.

The good thing is that we've spend a lot of funny times together since then. We've sat on the ground of our giant party shower to play music because of the awesome sound in there, eaten lavash on the metro, walked around the city wondering where and how we could build our own house somewhere... In the end, we got two options, which are rather good and on which we have to decide before we are officially kicked out!