expereience

Addiction called Armenia

I took my first trip to Armenia ten years ago. To this day I recall the night taxi ride and the driver so sleepy at the wheel that he kept sticking his head out the window, pinching his hands to stay awake. And when the worst came to the worst, he pulled over and jumped into a gelid waterfall. I was scared for life then, but as the dawn began to break, the mountains and landscape around us started...

A Woman has a Thousand Hearts

  It’s already a long time I now and then return to the same topic - the abuse and violence against women. Working for years in Armenia on the same topic I have gained much experience and it may seem to you that you are ready to listen to such stories more or less with a cold heart. But it is not possible to listen to such stories without tears. Years ago one of my friends told me in a con...