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<text id=90TT0230>
<title>
Jan. 29, 1990: Bloody Tales Of Baku
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Jan. 29, 1990 Who Is The NRA?
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
WORLD, Page 32
SOVIET UNION
Bloody Tales of Baku
</hdr>
<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>
</body>
</article>
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