Armenian Death March Experiences, Part 2
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Oh, we didn't come to that. Then we came a place called Franjilar (inaudible) -- oh, before that, my youngest uncle (inaudible) caught. And he was with us in one place; they take my aunt away, and my uncle of course (inaudible) to do something. They killed him right there, my uncle, and took my aunt away. And after armistice she had two children by Turks, came back to the Christianity. No other nation did that. I know there were Armenians in New York that they were two sisters; they had children from Turks. They ran away. They (inaudible) where we were living. And we are that kind of Christian. We don't -- they didn't know details like science. They believed to it, Christianity. And the same there, another woman they were taking away by force like that, with bayonets. You see the blood running, but you can't stay. You have to move, move and move.
Then we came to Franjilar, someplace near a city of Malatya. I think we stayed there ten days or something, I don't know why. The only thing, when I was walking around, I see babies. I mean, babies, thirty, twenty-five, I don't know. They were lying there, and all dirty, flies and things, sobbing, near to dying. Who knows what happened to their parents. They were dying. I never forget that. That was very sad picture. And while we were there, you hear once in a while the screaming, crying, or who knows what is happening over there. And by the way, my youngest brother and one of my baby cousins died during those walks. My grandmother died over there in Franjilar.
After that, they deported us, started the mountains. That was the worst thing. We go there maybe twelve, fourteen carts, hatchets, and guns and everything, bayonets. You're scared. There was rocks; to me it looks like a passage or something, I don't know. There were twelve, fourteen of them, pulling the women away. They're screaming and everything. Anybody (inaudible), they killed you right there, in the place. Nobody even had to cry anymore to defend them, their people. I saw three or four of them like that, and in the back you hear the screaming. That's the worst place. I was scared. Very worst place. I don't know what to do to myself, holding my mother or something.
And that uncle, the other one, he dress like woman and he hold my baby sister in his lap to look like woman. And women start to put soil on their face, anything to look older. They did everything not to be kidnapped by those people. Those are mountains. Nobody had any money. No food. And leaves or grass, dry something, we used to eat those. And all rocks; our shoes are worn out already. Very bad. One place, gendarmes walked in the top, and it was a windy day. There was a narrow place to walk, and it was a windy day. Few people tumbled down in the valley: one of my cousins happened the same thing. And then things got very, very bad, and I don't know how many days.