It was around 9:55 a.m. I was waiting for the library to open.
I saw a cute Ethiopian girl coming toward me. She had dark brown skin, short hair, and a pretty baby face.
“What time is it?” She asked me. Her English accent was very good.
“My countrymen respond to poetry... By reviving memories and traditions dear to all Armenians, and connecting them in verse or story with the principles of patriotism, morality and good citizenship... I try to spread the gospel of Americanism.”