Reflections from Goris

Sitting on the four-hour marshrutka ride from Sasuntsi Davit metro station in Armenia’s capital Yerevan to the border town Goris, I didn’t know what to expect. Just one day earlier, refugees had started arriving from Artsakh. When we stopped at a food court in Yeghegnadzor, halfway between Goris and Yerevan, I quickly realized it was full of Artsakhtsi refugees. One asked my friend and I if we were from Artsakh as well. We replied that we were not but were on our way to Goris – not knowing what else to say in the moment to console him.