I have traveled all over Armenia. And I want to say that this is the best place in Armenia. I fit in with a local guy, Armand. Then the headmaster of the local school gave me a ride to the river. His nephew was killed in a shootout with Azerbaijanis. We had to walk 8 kilometers further uphill. I was only wearing sandals. I was still drunk, because I was treated to tea. But I've come this far. I reached the church. No one lives around except the local shepherds. You can ring the bell. Nzhdeh is buried there. I went up a little higher. There is an old fortress on the mountain. I climbed it. And I saw a mountain goat. He saw me and took off. I walked around the fortress. Then he went down. It was already dark. I was given a ride by local residents on the UAZ - a father and son who came to their parents to bring them something. And they graze cattle all summer and autumn. We had tea and talked. When we were driving back, a hare was running in front of us. We saw him by the light of lanterns and in total darkness. They brought me right to the house where I fit in. The impressions remained for a lifetime.