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Overpriced food produce sold in Garabagh What is Russian peacekeepers' involvement?

07 September 2023 10:49

Armenian blogger Karen Shirinyan has said that overpriced food is being sold stealthily in Garabagh.

"In Garabagh, a 50 kg bag of flour is secretly sold at a price of 60 to 90 thousand drams [$147-220]. Who is responsible for this? Dear ‘National Security Service’ [hereinafter Caliber.Az quotes], ‘police’, ‘prosecutor's office’, take measures. The cadres appointed by Araik [Haratunyan] are ineffective and powerless," he wrote on Facebook, Caliber.Az reports.

"Cigarettes and sugar are sold in Garabagh through special Telegram channels. For a 50-kilogram bag of sugar, they ask for 150 thousand drams [$368]. Cigarettes from 25 to 40 thousand drams [$61-98, meaning a block of cigarettes].

Who says that doesn’t exist? I found another gang, I'll send the ‘NSS’ the details tomorrow. That's good, isn't it? Karen exposes for free, ‘NSS’ gets paid.

If you rob your own people, why do you resent the Turks? In Gurgen Nersisyan's time, flour was sold for at least 40-50 thousand drams [98 dollars]. The ICRC does not bring goods, so it is unclear where they came from," Karen Shirinyan writes.

By the way, journalist Teresa Asatryan wrote a comment under this post of Karen Shirinyan, in which she noted that it costs 1.5 million drams [$3900] to transport one person by helicopter from Garabagh to Yerevan.

Considering the fact that only peacekeepers can fly to and from Garabagh by helicopter, we can say only one thing: they have done well...

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