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Grandpa Aram, who escaped incineration, was from the Baghlou village of Mush region and is the right in the bottom in thephoto.ing the child, they went away with Mariam, and my granddad Aram went with them; they went to the neighboringvillages at first. Grandpa told me, they went along, and all the villages were deserted – people left their homesand ran away. He said, they stayed in an abandoned house and first wanted to settle there, but then they understoodthat they couldn’t, and then they came here... Almost no one was left alive from that village, only about oneperson from each of some six families” (from Mushegh Gevorgyan’s story).“My father was born in 1911 or 1912, so this story happened approximately in ’18-’20. He told that his mother washolding his hand and Nazareth, his younger brother, was in her lap. They pushed everyone into the church andthere was pandemonium in there. He says he was a child, he looked around, and it was a complete mess. It turnedout they were going to incinerate them. His grandmother was a very dexterous woman. She turned her head andsaw that there was a piece of cardboard stuck in the window. So, she took the child and jumped out of the window.Some ten to twelve people managed to survive from their family line. Yes, from the Church window. My dad says,he remembers that it was about dusk. They fled away and climbed the hills. He was not able to walk anymore and116
his mother dragged him behind her, while she was holding the younger child in her hands. When they climbed thehill he saw that the church was burning. He used to tell that, as a small kid, he was excited to see the fire, withoutunderstanding what it was. As an 8-9 year old child, what could he understand then? But he says, this scene is stillvivid in his memory and he remembers how [Turks] were beating them and pushing them into the church. Turks,yes. This happened in Marash, this is story of Marash” (from Anahit Bardakchyan’s story).The childhood of Badalyan Grish and his sister Nranhat was very difficult. Up until this day, they stillburst into tears when remembering the story of their mother - “adeh”:“My mother lived in Verin Sipan. On that side of the mount Masis... Nearby Masis. When the war started (shemeans the massacres) the men went into the caves. Someone would come at night and bring some food for them.My mother tells, her brother came to take some bread, my mom got up to dress, and then she heard some crashingsound. When she got out she saw that they killed her brother. Arshavir was his name. My mother cried, saying,“go, lao, they killed my Arsho” ... clothes, footwear spread apart... She only had that one brother. My mother tells,when her brother died, his wife was pregnant. They went over the village, looking to find some bread, brought ithome, but my mother’s mom was missing. Her mother was lost. Her mother was very beautiful, they thought Turkscame and took her. Her brother’s wife said “Shusho, there is some smell in the house”. My mother told her, “dear,we were together, where from should I know what it is?” They opened the tondir and found my mother’s mom init. Turks came and forced her into the tondir... At that time Kurds came to their village, killed everyone, all the menwent into the mountains. My “adeh” (mom) said: “Andranik sent his Fidayees, told them to go to the village, tellthat Turks will slaughter [everyone] soon, because nemets 1 are giving force and weapons to Turks.” Understand?So two or three Fidayees came, gathered all the men in the village. It was in the spring. They said, “dearest people,Andranik sent us to tell you to go to Van – you would be safe in Van.” She said they didn’t believe them. It wasspring. It was time to plow and saw the fields. A few days later they killed everyone who got out. The Kurds killedthem. My adeh’s father was killed too. Ghazar was her father’s name, and her mother’s name was Maro. Theygathered all the men from three or four villages – one of them was Armenian, one – Turkish, and the other one wasNemets. She said, they gathered everyone and said “Dearest people, do not flee, there is no war, no fight...” Theygathered a meeting at the cowshed, telling that there was no war, to live in peace and do the plowing and sowing.By that time they brought fire, lit it on four sides, spilled some oil on it and burned it all. With all these people atthe cowshed... My mother tells, for three or four days they were still seeing this green and red fire... These peoplewere incinerated alive in the cowshed. Turks did the same thing to our fellow Armenians. And now they want tobring Turks and make them friends with us. They are Muslims... So, they killed the men and women were left alone.When they were seeing small beautiful girls, they were taking them; those who were a little crippled 2 like us - theysaid they were not killing those. They were saving bullets to spend on us. Her sister also died there. Nargiz was hername. They were two sisters and one brother. Only my mom Shusho was left alive. To say it short, only my momwas left alive from the whole family. Then she named her own son Arshavir, and her daughter – Maro. These werethe names of her uncle and mother. So we took our grandma’s and her brother’s names”.1 Germans2 Grish Badalyan’s mother was lame117
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ContentsForeword...................
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ForewordThe project “Adult Educat
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Aras, Yasin Aras, Welat Ay, Cenk Ce
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The main audience of this book is o
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“Wish they hadn’t left”:The B
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ed by 1915 and where memories of Ar
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1915 tends to be represented by int
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Yet to a large extent, Turkish inte
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this, we can’t. It’s impossible
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een very advanced in trade and craf
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How to Come to Terms with Phantom P
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It is always you who has to be nice
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to the way he was raised: “They f
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empathize with Armenians: “My aun
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Adil is not the only one marked by
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ness may be an attempt to overcome
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dernity and the oral transmission o
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A soup pot with spoons around itAt
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What if My Mother is Armenian?Ruhi
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If I were younger I’d get baptize
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with butter. We’ll serve the impo
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The time Salih and Gavrik are worki
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Turkey’s changing context is refr
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‘It was to be expected.’ And my
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against one another. The feet of th
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Fear of Losing a CityZübeyde was b
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half for me.’ But what do our Mus
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e discussed when the kids were arou
Page 65 and 66: possible by the difference in relig
Page 67 and 68: The Charm of AraratMehmet is a 62-y
Page 69 and 70: dogs protected the sheep against wo
Page 71 and 72: The Story of the “Night People”
Page 73 and 74: “I don’t know why, but my grand
Page 75: Research in Armenia:“Whom to Forg
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Page 80 and 81: “Whom to Forgive? What to Forgive
Page 82 and 83: “Private Stories”After the esta
Page 84 and 85: Recalling MemoriesOral history diff
Page 86 and 87: In the village of Ujan, where the v
Page 88 and 89: The home-museum of Gevork Chaush in
Page 90 and 91: Memorial in the Ashnak village dedi
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Page 96 and 97: Ergir’s Soil is Strong, Ergir’s
Page 98: Tatevik, the granddaughterof Mihran
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Page 103 and 104: The Gospel with Golden Binding of S
Page 105 and 106: keeps a copper chalice that was bro
Page 107 and 108: In some families the passports of t
Page 109 and 110: at that time, Mustafa and Jamal, wh
Page 111 and 112: People were so frightened to lose g
Page 113 and 114: naked, they were decapitating every
Page 115: Water, Fire, Desert“There was an
Page 119 and 120: Many of our narrators mention the R
Page 121 and 122: In the word-stock of the survivors
Page 123 and 124: in Kurdish villages, and helping th
Page 125 and 126: “Well, They Are Human Too”Even
Page 127 and 128: member this well, they said, the el
Page 129 and 130: speak to each other. Questioned by
Page 131 and 132: Hamze Ptshuk, survived from Hosnut
Page 133 and 134: “I don’t Know...”Why did this
Page 135 and 136: “My Dear Almast, Write it Down, W
Page 137 and 138: took his rifle and ran. The dog fel
Page 139 and 140: she didn’t tell it to me. In the
Page 141 and 142: elder guy in this house died and hi
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Page 145 and 146: “My Father used to Tell us at Hom
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Page 149 and 150: gotten what you knew”. So, out of
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Page 153 and 154: It was probably after 60s... My fat
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Page 159 and 160: was our historical village. Nich, I
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Page 165: [Turk. wife]”. In the morning I t
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4 Albert Mamikonyan,1953, in Kirova
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11 Almast Harutyunyan,1920, Ujan vi
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18 Eleonora Ghazaryan.1949, Ashnak
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26 Nairi Tajiryan,1936, Egypt (Cair
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33 Vazgen Ghukasyan,1933, Ashnak vi
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