The minute hand of the ministry clock in Yerevan's imposing Republic Square was inching dangerously close to my interview deadline as I barreled through the glass doors of the government building. "Five minutes to go," I gasped to my colleague who had kindly offered her services as translator. We charged toward two bored-looking guards standing behind a low wooden counter.
"Window number three," the guards said, waving us over to a series of cubicles separated by thick panes of glass. A group of women huddled around window number one and spoke animatedly to the employee on the other side.
Window number three was, of course, deserted.
Armenian News
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