Armenian Refugees in Turkey
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The last time, on -- the date, I think, eighteenth or twentieth of March 1918, we left our home for the last time. After two days of travel, at the village near the extreme northeastern end of Lake Van, Canik.
After a night of rest, they called to find out if the road that we had used on the three other occasions to go, and some confusion between the man who answered the phone and the man who asked the questions. He got the impression that that road was closed, so it'd be impossible to go that way. And the military command made an announcement: Those who had arms -- I mean, weapons -- and means of transportation would head eastward to Persia and enter Caucasus from Julfā. Those who had no arms or ammunition, no means of transportation, return home and depend on the mercy of the enemy.
Well, we had neither the arms nor the transportation, so Mother says we'll go back home. We're gonna die on the road; might as well go home and die. And we started off. All night -- my mother had decided that if we reached the town of Saray, that would be the shortest way back to our village. Well, after going all night, my mother asked somebody, "How far are we from Saray?" and this man says, "Sister, you've long since passed Saray."