Finally, it’s my last day in Armenia. Actually, I’m a little bit sad because I wish we could stay a little longer. This camp taught me so many things. It taught me to look at things from a different perspective, it taught me to be more creative, it taught me that no one in this world wants to be enemies, after all, we’re all just human beings, but we are forced to be hating to somebody, to be proud and don’t lose your identity! But in this camp I saw that when you come together and you can talk about your nationality, about the beautiful things, and when the others tell about their identity and their thoughts and cultures, no one is willing to hate. We are just forced to be, but no one wants to be. In this camp I didn’t only learn how to write in a creative way, but I also learned something from every single friend that I made here. They were all smart, talented and precious people. Just walking in the streets of Armenia and looking at all the big buildings and little details made me happy, it has a different feeling to it that I can’t explain. I wrote in my first blog that it’s calm and chaotic at the same time and I tried to explain this to my friends, but I couldn’t find the words so now I will do my best to explain. The streets of Armenia contain history in every building that you see, but the funny statues resemble that even after so much sorrow you can deal with the pain you have suffered through. I realised it’s a slow city, but the cars drive very fast and the streets lights go from red to green and back in a matter of time. I also realized that wherever you walk in Yerevan, you smell something nice, like fresh baked pastry, alcohol from the bars, or the nice flowers they sell on the street. You walk and walk trough the streets, and still you don’t see everything yet, because there are so many things to see, and so many things to learn from. I actually felt very connected with Armenia and especially with Yerevan. It’s something that just drags me down into it, that even when I’m tired and my eyes beg me for sleep, I just want to walk outside, even when the weather is bad. I don’t think this will be my last time in Yerevan, because I liked it here so much that I would love to visit here again. I even thought about like what would it like to be to live here at the same time. So what if we could get all along together, what if we could look trough each others struggles, what if we could look at people’s hearts instead of their minds? What if all countries could live within peace, what if there weren’t any wars at all? What if countries didn’t have borders, what if we could raise our flags in all the countries without worrying about the reactions we are going to get? What if people were raised with love instead of hate, and what if we could look into each others eyes without looking away?

And what if I could get the number of the guy I met on the plane? But that is another story.