There are about six posts I want to write before we leave Armenia. This isn't one of them. There are four or five posts I've left uncompleted; this isn't one of those either.
So we have a compost pile.
Germans do compost piles, even more than Americans. Germans are enthusiastic gardeners and most are (by American standards) pretty green. Also, Germany's recycling laws are pretty stringent. If you're already sorting your garbage four ways, you might as well make it five.
Armenians, on the other hand, not only don't do compost piles but they deeply, profoundly, don't get them. What they see is making a pile of garbage in the yard. You can try to explain but, really, it just doesn't click.
Hence the following tiny but telling incident: