The night of April 23, I went to Red Bull, a neighborhood bar where I hang every now and then. I went with Haik, one of my oldest friends in Yerevan (our families have been close for 15+ years...). After a little while, we ran into 2 other guys I know, a journalist and his friend, and they joined us for the next round of cold Kilikia beer. Then my co-worker and close friend Hakob called my cellphone, asked what I am up to. I told him to come down and join us. It was now after midnight when our little group decided that the right thing to do was to walk to the Genocide monument right there and then. I have never been in Armenia on April 24th, so the subsequent trek was that much more significant to me. We walked up the hill, sat by the flame (12 hours later the number of flowers would grow from the couple of dozen to some uncountable number in the tens or hundreds of thousands...) and each of us went through the requisite moment of silence. I believe that April 24 is both a time for personal reflection, as well as an opportunity for each Armenian to consider how we as a nation move forward in a just, correct, and proper manner. The walk back down the hill was similarly contemplative. As Raffi wrote, April 24 is indeed moving.