“Crossing the bridge with no return, is indeed final. Artsakh is behind you, and you are here, in safety but with a thousand internal mines that will explode sooner or later,” writes Tamara Grigoryan, reflecting on her experiences a year after the ethnic cleansing of the Armenians of Artsakh.

Nothing in Artsakh is what it used to be. The Stepanakert market, once known as a feast of tastes and colors has now become a concentrated mosaic of all our misery, writes Tamara Grigoryan, a resident of the capital city.

Tamara Grigoryan, who lived and worked in Karvachar for a decade and who now lives in Stepanakert asks a fundamental question: Are we going to live in Artsakh as the owners of the homeland or not?