I have never lived far from Monteaberd, pianist Anna says.
She closed the door of her house, took a handful of soil and took the road of
exodus. Neither during the war, nor on the road of exodus did she cry. Days
after arriving in Yerevan, she came to the realization that she can no longer
go back home. Then, stress overtook her. But this time again, her black and
white friend, the piano, came to help. Details in the report.
