I unbrokenly finish my everyday diary note before leaving home, between 7-8 AM, and no matter what is going on during the day I never make any amendments in it though it is published at the end of the working day, between 4-5 PM, and so it becomes yesterday’s note, a message about yesterday’s life…. So this sudden war having entered Artsakh-Armenia world, happened to be out of my yesterday’ life and diary note.

…I fled away from my daily post, blog and questioning looks inside or outside to the country, to the nearest Aragatsotn, where there were horses, mountains, fields, to quite another world, then at the end of the day, at 7-8 PM, I rode my bike back to the south and rode along the River Zangou and across Ararat valley for more than an hour staring at Mount Ararat all the time… I will definitely speak, but now it is not the right time, not the right day. It is the Second Week of Easter, Sunday.

Let’s not add fuel to the fire, let’s try to appease, to hold on and localize the fire, let’s try to be helpful to our compatriots, our army who have appeared on fire. Let’s try to understand our nearest future.