Gayane and Ayva
Every night, Ayva very carefully, with her nose opens the door of my bedroom. She comes close to my bed, looks at me and listens to me breathing. Then she in the same quiet way goes away and lies down in her chair. The morning is the time for the long-anticipated walk. She comes into my room and starts walking around with loud panting. I pretend to be asleep. Ayva touches my face with her nose, gives me a lick and a kiss to let me know that we need to go for a walk. When I open my eyes, there is so much joy and happiness in that moment. She brings my socks, starts jumping and playing around. This is how our mornings start.
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17.07 - 30.09
Yerevan — Stepanakert - Gyumri — Dilijan — Goris