Aypoupen

Who is Garo Kotchounian?

My name is Garabet Kotchounian, and everyone calls me Garo. The name was my grandfather’s, which is how it works in an Armenian family: the first son carries the name of his father’s father, so our house has always had a Kevork and a Garo in it. I was born in Aleppo, I grew up in Beirut, and I have lived in Nicosia, Cyprus, since 2006. I am married to Araz Tavitian Kotchounian, and we have two children, Lala and Kevork.

Garo Kotchounian on the bridge over the river in Ijevan, August 2026.
On the bridge over the Aghstev in Ijevan, Tavush, in August 2026.

How I got here

I left school at thirteen and went to work as a vehicle painter. That did not end my education; it moved it to the evenings. I took night courses in English, and I fell for electronics and computers early enough to be studying programming and graphic design in 1996, when almost nobody around me owned a machine. My first laptop was a monochrome Toshiba with no hard disk, which booted from a floppy that held less than a megabyte, and I loved it.

When internet cafes spread through the city I ran the computers in several of them, and I taught myself to design and build websites. For years that stayed a hobby rather than a living. In 2013 my family went through a crisis in which we lost everything we owned, and that was the push. In December of that year Araz and I started Aypoupen, out of a plain love for the Armenian people and the country, and it opened more doors than anything I had done before.

What I do now

I am a business consultant. I run Psithyron, a marketing and web agency in Nicosia, and I still write code, which I keep at kotchounian.dev.

Aypoupen is where Araz and I write about Armenia and Armenians, at home and across the diaspora. In August 2026 I travelled through Armenia, and the pieces and films from that trip are gathered on the road trip page.

Where to find me

If you are planning a trip to Armenia, start here. For everything else, the contact page reaches Araz and me directly.

The newsletter

A letter when a new piece goes up.

What we found, and what did not fit in the piece. No schedule, no filler.