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by Karine Koroukian August 2nd, 2013
As I reflect back on a recent development in my life, I realize that nothing is permanent, all is transient and subject to change. Suffice it to be open and sensitive to capture its transformation.
My grandfather was a survivor of the Armenian genocide, which took place during World War I with the Ottoman government’s systematic extermination of its minority subjects. He had managed to escape Turkey after multiple life and death ordeals via Syria, to eventually settle down in Lebanon and become a very successful entrepreneur, businessman and writer. The Civil War of Lebanon (1975 – 1990), was the second tragedy he survived during his lifetime. It brought an abrupt interruption to the once joyful and vibrant life my grandparent’s family led, forcing them to abandon, like many, their house along with their priced belongings and heritage, to seek peace abroad.