Paikar, Paikar Vinch'u verch!

Last friday, I went to the protests against current president Serj Sargissian. Despite everyone's advice not to go (US embassy, every other embassy, internship advisors, locals, roomates... you catch the drift.) I do not regret going for a single second (maybe because I wasn't shot or thrown in jail). But I don't think I would've regretted it either way. 

When I got there, there was already a massive amount of people (an estimated 200 000 people). The whole crowd was screaming "Levon" (the former president they endorse, who was speaking at the event). They were chanting political slogans (like the title of my post which means "struggle struggle till the end") in unison which was resonating in my gut. I had chills going through my entire body from beginning to end and I was about to cry overwhelmed by the novelty of the situation.

I remember thinking... holy shit... I am witnessing a historical moment. This is going to be reported on, written about, analyzed, scrutinized and I was there. When people will talk to me about it I will be able to say "I was there."