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Armenia
I travel for necessity, to not stay still and to try to understand the world.
The trip to Armenia was immediately full of emotions.
My carelessness and the pleasure of the adventure led me to travel the first 250km towards Goris,
the eye of the storm of a guerrilla war that exploded many years ago between Armenians and Azerbaijanis
which in recent days has once again become a very heated front.
The closer I got, the more police intensified, ambulances with sirens blaring and military helicopters rising from everywhere.
I only understood the gravity of the situation once I entered the city, where I was unable to stay, as the hotel businesses provided beds to the refugees.
I decided to sleep in the car on the side of the road together with thousands of families with cars full of personal effects and memories.
The Armenians have always been a combative, or rather defensive, people, always mistreated by overbearing neighbors
and always in search of their independence which perhaps has never yet arrived except on paper in 1991.
An ancient civilization full of history, monasteries and breathtaking landscapes.
Traveling far and wide I tried to make it a little bit mine and I learned their confidentiality,
dedication to work and little desire to smile.
The wounds of a genocide, two world wars, and an ongoing war leave no time for futile smiles.
The visit to the military cemetery in Yerevan was devastating on an emotional level, the bodies that continued to arrive,
mothers torn apart by grief and children looking for fathers who are no longer there.
War does not give discounts and instead of making someone rich, it ends up exhausting everyone.
A special memory to the lady from Dilijan for welcoming me into her house to the tune of Celentano
and to the group of soldiers who in a remote area in the middle of a path invited me to eat grilled meat and vodka with them.
The solution to evil is not evil against evil but good against good.
You are unique Armenia. 💔
The trip to Armenia was immediately full of emotions.
My carelessness and the pleasure of the adventure led me to travel the first 250km towards Goris,
the eye of the storm of a guerrilla war that exploded many years ago between Armenians and Azerbaijanis
which in recent days has once again become a very heated front.
The closer I got, the more police intensified, ambulances with sirens blaring and military helicopters rising from everywhere.
I only understood the gravity of the situation once I entered the city, where I was unable to stay, as the hotel businesses provided beds to the refugees.
I decided to sleep in the car on the side of the road together with thousands of families with cars full of personal effects and memories.
The Armenians have always been a combative, or rather defensive, people, always mistreated by overbearing neighbors
and always in search of their independence which perhaps has never yet arrived except on paper in 1991.
An ancient civilization full of history, monasteries and breathtaking landscapes.
Traveling far and wide I tried to make it a little bit mine and I learned their confidentiality,
dedication to work and little desire to smile.
The wounds of a genocide, two world wars, and an ongoing war leave no time for futile smiles.
The visit to the military cemetery in Yerevan was devastating on an emotional level, the bodies that continued to arrive,
mothers torn apart by grief and children looking for fathers who are no longer there.
War does not give discounts and instead of making someone rich, it ends up exhausting everyone.
A special memory to the lady from Dilijan for welcoming me into her house to the tune of Celentano
and to the group of soldiers who in a remote area in the middle of a path invited me to eat grilled meat and vodka with them.
The solution to evil is not evil against evil but good against good.
You are unique Armenia. 💔
