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I love meeting up with my classmates. We’re people of the same generation, shaped by the same environment. With just a word or two, we can recall films we all watched dozens of times (mostly Soviet comedies), laugh at jokes that are incomprehensible to outsiders, and reminisce about the days long gone. Recently, I read Lusine Hovhannisyan’s memoir «Երեւա, երեւա, Երեւան» (Appear, Appear, Yerevan) and it, too, was full of those so-called “codes” only our generation understands. Try explaining to today’s schoolchildren what we meant by…