Lilit Araqelyan


At the end of my volunteering, I visited a lovely place.

Upon arrival in Romania, I began to make a list of places I would like to visit. At the top of the list was Peles Castle. It attracted my attention with unusual architecture and beautiful landscapes.
We went there with our friends from Ukraine.

The road was short, but in some places there were terrible traffic. I wanted to see the whole castle, but we didn't have enough time.
I bought a ticket only for the first and second floors. I was amazed by the interior, the statues, the wooden ceilings, everything, everything.
I wandered in this castle for more than three hours, but it seemed to me that I went there a couple of seconds ago.


In the previous blog, I told you about my first impressions of the European school and education in general.

Today I will tell you about my impressions of the locals.

The people here are very closed. They mostly don't like talking to strangers (in this small town, not everyone speaks more than one language), so this can be explained by the language barrier. 

They think that they are of royal blood and do not want to admit that other nationalities have good sides.


When I arrived in Romania, I hoped to see people who live in a European way (civilized, tolerant, more educated).

But when I first went to one of the local high school, I was very surprised. The children did not know geography (they had never heard about Armenia), they knew only the European part of the world.

They knew nothing about the great discoverers, musicians, inventors. They knew Kim Kardashian and a few other social media people.Schoolchildren have poor knowledge about all spheres of science and life.

I am very afraid for the new generation, which has a very narrow range of interests.


 When you move your city and you meet a person from your hometown (even if you hardly communicated in your city), you feel a special connection with this person. 

And if you meet a person in abroad with whom you are connected by one religion, one language, one culture, then happiness seems limitless to you.

I had such feelings when I met Armenians in Romania.

They helped us in every way they could. For example, they gave their house to us in Costantia, where we could live as long as we wanted, they invited us to visit, took us to various sights.

And I am very grateful to them for their help and kindness. Thanks to such people, I felt happy during this year.


Having jumped over the border, we waited for a truck driver for a long time. According to our plans, we had to get to the town of Vârşeţ and continue our journey by train. But the truck driver told us that he was going to the town of Panciova.

The driver did not speak English or Russian, but we understood each other. He drove us to the town of Panciova and got off by the road to Belgrade, the capital of Serbia. There was 25 km left to the final destination and it was expensive, we drove in another truck.

For an overnight stay, we used the Couchsurfing app, where we found a good person who agreed to host us.


For two weeks we worked without a day off, so we have accumulated several days off. We decided to travel abroad and Serbia was lucky.

We left early in the morning, and the weather in Târgu Secuiesc was as always gloomy and cool. As always, the car was hitchhiking. We caught the car to the crossroads in Brasov. Then, after standing for 30 minutes near the road, we reached Brasov. The driver was very responsive and took us to the main road in the direction of Sibiu.

From there, another very good man drove us to the nearest village, since he lived there. After Brasov, the weather changed drastically, the sun was shining (which we had not seen for several days), and it was warm and pleasant.


April 24 was the memory of the victims of the Armenian genocide. 

Armenian genocide (in Armenian Exern) was during the first World War. Despite the fact that the systematic and institutionally supported extermination of the Armenian population in Ottoman Turkey began at the end of the 19th century, April 24 was not chosen as a memorial date by chance. It was on this day in 1915 that more than 800 representatives of the Armenian intelligentsia were arrested and later killed in the Ottoman capital of Istanbul.

In Armenia, on the night of April 23, commemorative processions with torches take place in all cities and villages. On April 24, we lay flowers at the monuments dedicated to the victims of the genocide.


On March 13, my lovely mentor invited me to go sledding.
The car was driven by my mentor's brother, who knows everything and loves to be in nature. With us was one schoolgirl who sings like an angel.

We set off early in the morning. I knew that we were going to the mountains, but I did not know exactly where. We headed towards a small village called Komando. I was there in early autumn when everything around was green. Seeing familiar places shrouded in the snow was unexpected and wonderful. As if everything around was wrapped in a white blanket.


Today (01/17/2022) a table tennis championship was held in Târgu Secuiesc.

Many people took part in the championship, but many did not pass because of the weather (a cold wind blew on the streets and it snowed).

Among women, the competition was between three volunteers. The first game was between Nane and Petek (Nane won). Then I and Nane played (of course, Nane won). Petek and I fought for second place (I won).

After the end of the championship, there was a ceremony awarding diplomas and medals.

After receiving the medal, we went for a walk around the city. To celebrate the championship we ate a traditional meal called Lángos. I did not take off my medal until the end of the day.


On Sunday morning we went on a trip with our new friend Csaba. We really wanted to go to the dog shelter and finally, we did it.

The shelter was located 10 kilometers far from Brasov. At the entrance, we disinfected our shoes and went inside. There was an open aviary where two dogs were walking. When we entered the next door, we saw three large dogs. One of the dogs has sick eyes and he has a cone-shaped thing on his neck (later we found out that the eyes of the dog had been operated on). Then we saw a dog with different color eyes and the back legs were in the pram (the dog was paralyzed), the other dog's head was twisted and some kind of liquid flowed out of its ears (the dog was deaf).