Every year, on the night of April 24, thousands and thousands and thousands of people march from the Hrabarag to Tsisernakaberd — around 3 miles — with torches and flags. Last night I was honored to be a part of the Jaherov Yert. The energy and excitement was palpable. Everyone linked arms with groups of friends while chants and songs were sung all the way up. It took about three hours and though it was a very chilly evening, everyone was warm with cozy thoughts and feelings. Locals and tourists united under one sky — different dialects but the same cause. I had never seen Tsisernagaberd at night before and it was a magical sight that I will never forget. My entire body is sore today but it was worth every single step.