Caucasus

A coincidence, Armenia by Ana Zamorano Ruiz

One hot day in Armenia, climbing up a pass, a car appeared when I realized a kid was driving sitting on an old man legs. When they both looked at me, I did this ?; The same gesture was back to me from the kid and we both smiled after all. About finished the pass some hours later, parked my bike under a shadow when this woman appeared with three sheep. It was probably one of those moments in which I don’t have much energy left to speak, just drinking. But as she insisted I popped in to hers and not only helped her in the garden, lynched honey, had a shower, amazing food and milked the cow. Such a coincidence when we realized the child I greeted with my tongue on the way up was this woman’s grandson. We played and laughed together for some hours