It is hard for me to write these lines. Never and in no way could I imagine writing about my friend and colleague Anahit Bayandur in the past tense. Once I could not imagine that I would lose my sister. But it happened. Now I have lost my sister in spirit. The news of her death is sad and grave.We made our acquaintance in hard times when the bloody war in Karabakh was at its height, villages burnt, people were captured and exchanged like goods.I...

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