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When
the massacres began, I was 12 years old. I remember, they
first took all the men of our village and kill them. The
rest of us were deported. I don't know how many hundreds we
were. Everyone according to his ability rented a donkey or a
horse and we left.
We went from Albistan to
Zeitun to Marash to Aintab. We camped on a farm behind
Aintab College, near some newly dug foundations for houses.
They were simply large holes in the ground. You understand?
An epidemic had broken out in our caravan and people were
dying all around us. They started filling those foundations
with dead bodies. Two, three, four, five bodies on top of
each other.
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everyone over the age of 12 was to be sent to Deir-El-Zor. A
friend of mine and I escaped, but we were caught later and
this time they sent us to Bizib then toward Biredjig.
Biredjig is on the shores of the Euphrates. You understand?
It is on the other side of the river. We stayed in a khan
(an inn) on this side. Caravans would come through there and
be sent off toward the desert; hundreds and hundreds of
Armenians. We used to see dead, bloated bodies floating in
the river.
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