Berkaber: The Story of NanSon Guesthouse
It was 7:45 am when I headed from Yerevan to the border village of Berkaber. After 3 hours I was standing at the entrance of the only guesthouse in…
It was 7:45 am when I headed from Yerevan to the border village of Berkaber. After 3 hours I was standing at the entrance of the only guesthouse in…
For some, fishing is an instinct which has unwittingly been passed down to us for thousands of years, for some it’s a way of catching a break from everyday…
I’d been thinking of starting a series of people living in border villages for a long time. I’m interested in their reality and everyday life. That’s why I went…
