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I was born December 20 1900, born (not sure which village) in a village, I am half Armenian, half Turkish, Adana state, Turkey. Our hearts storys testimony is unexpectedly(obviously) from Cilicia(modern day turkey but once an Armenian Empire). My fathers name was Yesayi , my mothers name was Queen( takuhi). My father was a tall man, muscular, sad faced, nice and a right minded man. My mother was blue eyed, white skinned, strong character and a very kind woman. Their wedding was very auspicious and with a full feast. The fertile gods had filled my mother 12 times. Our house was like a campground, proportionally divided with 6 boys, 6 girls. I was the 10th child.
During the Adana massacres my parents would go on to move (strong մարզպան???), to Alexandria of Cilicia(modern day Iskenderun, Turkey) , a purely Armenian village town perched on one of the slopes of the Amanosian mountain range (I'm going to guess the Nur Mountains). It’s been said that “four sportsmen'' were restless, fighters, one day traveling the world, and at one moment due to God's grace a piece of they steal heaven and come back home.That's how the city's winds worked on the orange trees in the tall forest where the “four sportsman” used to live listening to the crazy calls of the rivers passing by on both sides. One of them was called that.