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Why fiction became safer than truth in Armenian literature
Recently, on my grandfather’s 98th birthday, I asked him to tell me again about his parents’ escape during the Armenian Genocide.
We had just finished eating cake, the last crumbs still on our plates, as he sat at the head of the table — back straight, eyes clear, his mind still remarkably sharp for his age.
He frequently remembers names and dates, and he loves to recount stories from his own life and from the lives of those who came before him — stories told so often they feel alm
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Beautifully written! This is exactly why we asked my mother-in-law (as a Genocide survivor) to record her life experiences of living through the
Armenocide. Even many decades later, she recalled every detail of what she saw and experienced as if it had happened yesterday. She recorded her story in Armenian, and we as a family then did the translation into English.