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From 1947 Jerusalem to 1974 Famagusta: A story of Armenian exile
Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke wrote: “It is not enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them when they are many and have the immense patience to wait until they return.”
This is perhaps truer of refugees than any other member of society. Through the passage of time and new political realities, silence is no longer tied to survival, and memories of harrowing events gradually interlace with daily life.
1947 marks the year that my paternal grandparents migrated to Cypru
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A haunting and powerful insight. Thank you, Alexandra. It makes me think of Ursula’s exploration of the ruined Palestinian village of Lifta.
Thank you, Sarah. I’m hoping to hear more about Ursula’s expedition one day—perhaps over a refreshing glass of lemonade, if we’re lucky.
Thank you Alexandra. I have never had the opportunity to visit Cyprus and you offered me a valuable glimpse of some of what remains of that area. Your story also reminded me of another former resident of Famagusta, my beloved maternal uncle Gabriel Zakarian. God rest his soul.
I always wonder what happened to his house he lost.
Best wishes to you and your family.