Shahnazar Keotahian

One morning a young Turkish man knocked on our door; negative attitude. at that moment I was in front of our house. My father had seen from upstairs the approach of the...

Edward Bedikian

There was a girl, a girl whom I had befriended on the road earlier. Her name was Satenig. I remember her very well. She was not too strong. I saw her again in that basement. ...