One year has passed since the Four Day War in Artsakh (Nagorno Karabakh)
When news started trickling in on April 2, 2016, of clashes along the Karabakh-Azerbaijan Line of Contact most of us thought it would be quelled quickly. What we didn't realize in those first early hours is that we would spend the next few days and weeks suspended between reality and horror. As news reports starting crashing along the shores of our disbelief, wave after wave, we buckled and then we mobilized. For many, it was too late.
The daily press releases and statements by official institutions became part of our daily rhythm. We woke up to bad news and went to sleep with the anticipation of more crushing news the following morning. The numbers of deaths matters. It matters to the families of the fallen soldiers. It matters to the mothers and fathers. Most of all, it matters to the children. The children who lost fathers and brothers and those who didn't. Because, they too, must live with the incessant threat, the ugly reality that today's peace and tranquility has no value as long as the war continues.