I was at the store, as always. I was in this room. On January 19, the tension in this room was unbearable. It was hard to breathe in here; it was as if the ceiling were pressing down on us. We were all feeling very bleak. I’d had this terrible headache, so we’d turned off the television. So anyway, one of the boys came in. He opened the door. I was on my feet at that moment; I was right next to the door.
Brother, have you heard the news?, he said.
Heard what?, I asked.
What they just said on television, he said.
Man, what are you talking about? Go and get this damn thing turned on.
There was a newsfeed running along the bottom of the screen. Something about an assassination attempt. I remember thinking something like, Damn it, someone’s shot him in the leg. That won’t be enough to bring him down, a giant of a man like him.
I ran downstairs and threw myself into a taxi. My head was spinning. I saw that the traffic wasn’t moving, so I jumped out of the taxi. I began to run. It gradually dawned on me that getting shot in the leg wouldn’t cause a traffic jam like this. When I got to the front of Agos, I saw him. There was this big man, lying on the ground…
Yervant (Levent) Dink in “Lying on the Pavement,” from Hrant Dink: An Armenian Voice of the Voiceless in Turkey by Tuba Çandar