While the sides are negotiating in a ceasefire, the spirit of Karabakh and its people is heavy, burdened with a desire for peace.
Mostly not knowing what awaits them if they do take the trip. Moving and the word Europe mean hope for this people.
"I love rocks. I paint rocks. They show me a tree, but its leaves fall," the stout bearded man talks with friends at a table in his well-lit studio, gesturing with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other.