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ONE ARMENIAN STILL LIVES IN TURKISH VILLAGE OF CHUNKUSH
June 10, 2013 - 12:46 AMT
PanARMENIAN.Net - Writer Chris Bohjalian published an article in
Washington Post about a hidden Armenian woman, thought to be the last
surviving Armenian in Chunkush, a small village in southeastern Turkey.
"A woman I met last month in southeastern Turkey is going to die,
probably sometime soon. Asiya's death will not be covered by any news
service, and for all but a few people in her small village of Chunkush,
she will not be missed. Even the relatives who love her will probably
think to themselves, well, she was 98 years old. Or 99. Or, if she
survives until 2015, somewhere in the neighborhood of a century. She
will have lived a long life.
When I met Asiya in May, her daughter brought me strong Kurdish tea
and fresh strawberries from their yard, and when I return to her
village someday and find that she has indeed passed away, I suspect
I'm going to weep.
On our fifth day, we visited Chunkush, where until 1915 there was
a thriving community of 10,000 Armenians. The ruins of the church
loom over you. The town was almost entirely Armenian. Over a few
nightmarish days that summer, Turkish gendarmes and Kurdish chetes ,
killing parties, descended on the village and marched almost every
Armenian two hours away to a ravine called Dudan, where they shot,
bayoneted or simply threw them into a chasm of several hundred feet.
One of the gendarmes pulled Asiya's mother from the line at the edge
of the ravine, however, because he thought she was pretty. He decided
he'd marry her. And so she was spared - one of the very few Armenians
who were saved that summer day in 1915," the article reads.
June 10, 2013 - 12:46 AMT
PanARMENIAN.Net - Writer Chris Bohjalian published an article in
Washington Post about a hidden Armenian woman, thought to be the last
surviving Armenian in Chunkush, a small village in southeastern Turkey.
"A woman I met last month in southeastern Turkey is going to die,
probably sometime soon. Asiya's death will not be covered by any news
service, and for all but a few people in her small village of Chunkush,
she will not be missed. Even the relatives who love her will probably
think to themselves, well, she was 98 years old. Or 99. Or, if she
survives until 2015, somewhere in the neighborhood of a century. She
will have lived a long life.
When I met Asiya in May, her daughter brought me strong Kurdish tea
and fresh strawberries from their yard, and when I return to her
village someday and find that she has indeed passed away, I suspect
I'm going to weep.
On our fifth day, we visited Chunkush, where until 1915 there was
a thriving community of 10,000 Armenians. The ruins of the church
loom over you. The town was almost entirely Armenian. Over a few
nightmarish days that summer, Turkish gendarmes and Kurdish chetes ,
killing parties, descended on the village and marched almost every
Armenian two hours away to a ravine called Dudan, where they shot,
bayoneted or simply threw them into a chasm of several hundred feet.
One of the gendarmes pulled Asiya's mother from the line at the edge
of the ravine, however, because he thought she was pretty. He decided
he'd marry her. And so she was spared - one of the very few Armenians
who were saved that summer day in 1915," the article reads.