My Lyft driver last night was Armenian.
His English was limited, so we talked about the weather and where to get the best Armenian food in Glendale. Then somehow or another we got onto the topic of Armenia, a country he’s never seen because he grew up in Iran, a country where Christians like him are in the minority.
“What’s it like living there?” I asked.
“Good country, bad regime,” he said. “You understand the difference?”