I was about to write a very long post. Full of sadness and anger. But what for? This photo is much more important. This message is a cry from the heart that bursts in the stridence of cacophonic silence. I miss my Armenia. I miss my people. I miss my brothers. We are... Alone. Together. This is part of our history. Today is full of darkness. My pain is immense. I don’t have enough tears to cry all this suffering. All these dramas. All those broken lives. Apparently the world forgot us. They closed their eyes. Once again. So... We are alone. Together. Once again. But we’ll continue to live. To sing. To dance. To shine. They will never wipe away our smiles and silence our laughter. And when I look at this picture taken at my Art House @rambal.koshe in Yerevan after our show with my brother @tigranhamasyan , all of a sudden my pain goes away. I want to remember the bright days. Remember who we are. I have faith. We are the future. We fight for love. And they will never win the war of love. Because they see the color of blood, while we see the color of the pomegranate, fruit of creation. It’s about perspective. We are a bouquet of roses. These roses have roots, a color and a scent that they can’t steal. Our thorns will never cease to fight their identity. We are this little mountain people, this people forgotten by your world. This people who will never forget. These mountains that will never die. Never! I love you. From the bottom of my heart. Alone. Together. Forever. 💙