"I'm not going to pretend and say this is my birthplace and I would never leave. If I have nothing to do here, how long can I admire the trees and bushes? Judge for yourselves. My peers in the city have achieved so much. They've graduated from university, are working, and some have even married. And me.."
The eight-year school in the village of Ditavan in the Tavush Marz is the only bright spot in the village. Local residents impatiently await even the simplest event staged by the school children.