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The Prince of Wentworth Street

Losing your way in mid-life, as I did about ten years ago, is not unusual. As we reach our sixth and seventh decades, we find we may have shed the identities that we believed defined us.
To find my way back to my true self, I used the skills I had developed from my training and experience as an investigative reporter. This time, though, I would not be investigating politicians. I would be investigating myself and, like any good reporter, the first thing you have to do is go to the original source.




A very beautiful and heart tugging article which brought tears to my eyes.
You had my at Suedia! My paternal grandmother Ossana Filian Boyadjian was born in Bitias in 1915. She was 40 days old when the villagers were forced to hide in the mountain. I would be curious to know what Bitias looks like today in modern times. Do you have you photos posted anywhere?
Hi Nyerere. This is Arpi Keledjian, Jason’s mom. I read your comment above. We were in Suedia September of 2019 and have many pictures of Bitias and would love to share them with you if Jason hasn’t already. It was a wonderful trip.
How is your dad doing. We are hoping and praying he will recover soon.
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So moved by your eloquent description of your search to find your beloved Nana’s home.
So many of us have done the same and felt the same. Our survival is a tribute to our ancestor’s martyrdom. Looking forward to reading your memoir!