We met Hovhannes during our first trip in Nagorno-Karabagh. He was living in Chouchi. He was an Armenian from Iran. He traveled a lot and earned money. He lost everything when he decided to settle in Nagorno-Karabagh, a sacred land for him. A land where his grand-parents were burried, somewhere close to an old caravanserail. His family didn't want to stay there in such hard conditions so he lived there alone. He was writing some poetry for his grand son. He was a patriot, a word i hated and still hate, but a word i started to understand in Caucasus. When we came back in Karabagh in 2016 we asked some news about him: "He died alone a few months ago, 3 persons came to his funeral"

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