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Toasts for Generations

I came to Youth Corps knowing I would form bonds with the youth in Armenia. But I never expected to form bonds with the AYF & ARF members. In Artsakh, ungers Vauhg and Kegham instantly welcomed us into their homes, as if we were their family members.
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Now I Know

Ever since the day we arrived in Yerevan and started touring, I was never able to see Mount Ararat clearly. It was always foggy, smoggy, or cloudy. In Proshyan, that quickly changed. The second day there, I woke up to a clear view of Mount Ararat. I stood there staring at it for a few minutes. It was so beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes away from it.
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A Little Different Than AYF Summer Camp

Before Youth Corps started, I thought about what it might be like doing a program for six weeks in my homeland. My friends who had participated in previous years had told me about their amazing experiences and I couldn't wait to have my own. I was extremely nervous at first, but the past three weeks have been incredible.
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A Week in Proshyan

It is definitely not enough. One week in Proshyan is just too short. It’s too short for “Jampar” (camp). It’s too short to understand the value of the village, its people, the fallen heroes that lived there and their families that continue to do so.
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Gyumri: An Unforgettable City

Two weeks in Gyumri have come and gone, our first Jampar with over 200 kids is over and it was all a big blur. As we were leaving the city this morning, I knew that I would miss Gyumri, but as we arrived in Yerevan I realized how different Gyumri is and how much I love it there.
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