The last thing my mother was able to bring with her was this handful of soil from our yard. There is no way back for me now, and I only have this soil to somehow lessen the pain of loss and the intense longing to return. It has become invaluable to me.

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Many of us took soil with us so as not to leave it all to the enemy. And now, all Artsakhians, unable to return to their homeland, will take their homeland with them wherever they go.