Today armed police took us to a museum.
Literally, they were the armed police and with their threatening guns, khaki uniform and bulging muscle, every ounce of their power stance suggested that they don’t like to fuck around.
But apparently, they do. For at least 10 minutes a day anyway, because when we asked for directions to the Armenian Genocide Orphans’ museum, two of them were only too happy to pull round their cars, tell the six of us to hop in, and drive us there themselves.
And yes, thankfully they did leave their guns behind.