Nvard Khachikyan describes that everything was fine. Then came "that ominous and bright morning." On that day, the residents of the building immediately went to the church, the only safe place, where they held liturgy.
“We thought that perhaps all this would be short, temporary, like the April war, but, alas, it was not so. We held a liturgy – a short one, but we did it anyway, we prayed about everything, but the war was not short.”
Here Nvard begins to speak with difficulty. A few days after the start of the war, they had to leave the city. She remembers the last moment when she was at home.
“I had to take something from home. Before leaving, I turned around again to look at our home, as if it were a hunch, maybe I felt that I would not see this house again.”
Nvard and her sister left with the intention of returning. They didn't take anything. Among other things, Nvard regrets that they did not take with them at least memories or photos. "You've lived 24 years and it feels like it never happened."