Calendar Notes a documentary about murky memories, dusty objects, a missing father and the Ancient Armenian Calendar

My first and most lingering memory of my father took place in 1980, in Soviet Armenia. I was five years old and my mother decided it was time for me to meet my father. We made a long and tiresome journey from Moscow to Hrazdan, a small town on the outskirts of Armenia’s capital Yerevan...

...my father’s Soviet era blocky apartment was bare, flooded with sunlight. It looked ethereal as the dusty breeze moved patches of yellow and ochre light around the empty walls. As bright as the room was, the air was thick with melancholy and alienation. The only piece of furniture was a large table covered with mounds of paper. My father was slouching over something he was working on. He looked extremely uncomfortable...

...my father sitting in an empty bathtub shredding every piece of his clothing, his hair. Everything until nothing is left. Just him bare, naked, in front of an anonymous plumbing deity, prostrated in a cleansing ritual...

...lunar and mixed lunar-solar calendars were in use in the Armenian Highlands as early as 2000 BC. One of the very few archaeological findings illustrating the Calendar is a bronze belt featuring the moon, the sun, animals and various geometric forms and points. It was used by priests in Ancient Armenia and is currently preserved at Matenadaran...

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