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- Jan. 29, 1990: Bloody Tales Of Baku
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
- Jan. 29, 1990 Who Is The NRA?
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- WORLD, Page 32
- SOVIET UNION
- Bloody Tales of Baku
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- <body>
- <p> First the buzzer started ringing, then the furious knocking
- began. Cowering in his apartment in Baku, Ashot Arutyunov, an
- Armenian retiree, knew better than to open his door. The
- previous night, Azerbaijani thugs armed with address lists had
- begun hunting down Armenians house by house. If only he and his
- family remained quiet, Arutyunov thought, the ominous pounding
- would stop.
- </p>
- <p> It did, but two hours later the mob returned, and this time
- the wooden door began to splinter under the heavy blows.
- Arutyunov's wife Asya rushed to the balcony and screamed for the
- police. Interior Ministry soldiers arrived just in time to save
- the Arutyunovs from a seething rage of some 100 Azerbaijanis.
- "The soldiers told us to be ready to leave in three minutes,"
- said Asya. "But what could I gather so quickly? We left with
- just the clothes on our backs."
- </p>
- <p> Shielded by soldiers, the couple, their daughter and Asya's
- 90-year-old mother were escorted to a car and taken first to the
- local police station and then to the docks of Baku. There, along
- with 600 other Armenian refugees, they boarded a ferry for
- Krasnovodsk in Turkmenistan across the Caspian Sea. "I wrote a
- year ago to the central government asking for a residence permit
- in the Moscow region, but I was turned down," said Ashot, his
- eyes watery with tears. "We have no place to go now."
- </p>
- <p> The Arutyunovs' tale is but one chapter in the harrowing
- chronicle that emerged from Baku last week. An Armenian resident
- told how a group of hooligans used crowbars to try to break down
- her sheet-metal door. When that tactic failed, they threatened
- to pour gasoline through the mail slot and set the place on
- fire. "I knew it was time to leave," said the woman between
- sobs. "I have nothing left now but my apartment keys."
- </p>
- <p> Even those who planned their escape had harrowing
- experiences. Last Sunday Marina Chobanyan, a widow, boarded the
- Baku-Moscow express to flee the gathering storm. She settled
- into her seat in the tenth car, thankful to be getting out
- alive; when the train did not leave on schedule, she began to
- worry. Suddenly a band of Azerbaijanis burst into the car. "I
- was ordered to hand over all my papers and valuables, including
- my wedding rings," she said. "I refused, and they dragged me off
- the train by my hair." Herded through the streets of Baku,
- Chobanyan and several other passengers were finally rescued by
- Interior Ministry troops. As an elderly Armenian, his cheeks wet
- with sorrow, put it after being spirited to Moscow, "There are
- more than 100 nationalities living in this country. Why does it
- always have to be us? Haven't we suffered enough?"
- </p>
- <p>By Lisa Beyer. Reported by John Kohan/Moscow.
- </p>
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- </article>
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