I visited Armenia already a few moments ago, but this journey left an intense impact on me. Country full of sorrows, opened horizons and stories that can´t happened elsewhere. During this trip I was talking with ex-general of KGB, was arrested in Nagorno Karabagh, drank Armenian cognac in the middle of the nowhere, riding horse without seat in the mountains, dancing Armenian national dances and singing myself our folk songs and so on… I left part of myself there and another part I found, as always when we travel and let the things happened, without any...