10 - The Sun Rises Over Stepanakert
The sunrise on the morning I departed Karabagh for Yerevan to continue my journey.
On the drive through the golden fields towards Armenia, I couldn't help but feel guilty at my ability to move onwards from a place. I could just move on if I didn't like something or if life was too difficult.
Behind me in Karabagh I left some wonderful people, living a possibly doomed future without that same luxury. Full scale war could break out again at anytime and who knows what the result would be this time.
Would the world let another Bosnia happen again?
