They say our life begins when we are born, but it is not like that.
It begins in immemorial time with ancestors who lived and fought in circumstances outside the world today that faces us when we take our first breath.
Many years passed until I discovered that my paternal grandparents and their children were the only victims of the family who survived the Armenian Genocide.
One day when I was not a teenager, he died suddenly.
They found him lying in the bed of his room with an open Armenian history book on his chest.
They didn't take me to the funeral and I never hreard of him again.