Everyone talks about Mt. Ararat as a glorious mountain because it’s out of touch, but Aragats is the mountain I love. It was where I went to wander one dark, dark December night until the battle-fey found me. I was 26 and wanted to fade away in the blizzard that shut the mountains down and I decided to walk to Yerevan from Gyumri because I couldn’t live with the weight of having the children I tried to take care of in the orphanage die.