Thread:TheCynicalTurk/@comment-34135520-20180309182928/@comment-34986534-20180311044525

Interesting. As for me, my great grandmother was the daughter of Armenian tailors from Digor. Unfortunately when she was just 5 years old she had to leave her home behind because of the Armenian Genocide. In 1916 her family escaped to Novosibirsk in the Russian Empire. In 1917 after the Bolshevik revolution, her family moved to Moscow as her father was employed as a factory worker. She lived with her family until 1930 when she won a prestigious university in London. With the help of her rich brother who was an entrepreneur in the US, she could attend the university. There, she met a young musician of Irish-Hungarian descent and fell in love with him. They had 4 children and were living a happy life until WW2 happened. Two of her children were killed in the bombing of London. Things got worse when my great grandfather was drafted into the army in 1941 a and the RAF in 1944 where he served for a little less than a year. When he returned, Things got better as the war had ended. In 1950, my great grandfather went to Italy for an aid mission and fell in love with the country. He later returned with his wife and children and moved to Italy. Many years later in 1960 when my grandfather was now 24, he met my grandma who was an Italian-Albanian businesswoman. They got married and in 1965, they were offered a high paying job in the Turkish Republic. While my grandma wanted to go there, my grandpa was hesitant since he had heard about what the Turks had done to his mother. However, his mother assured that the current people who live there would not hurt him. After thinking a bit, he accepted and they moved to turkey in 1966. They had a child a year later and another child in 1974. Much later in 1997, my father married a Half Turkish and Half Greek Cypriot woman and a few years later I was born.