On a bright spring day a 12-year-old girl called Vartoughy was cleaning her porch when she saw a bird’s nest. Reaching up with her broom handle, the young Armenian knocked it down and swept it away. A neighbour was watching and chided her. “How would you feel if someone pushed you out of your home?”
A few weeks later all of the Armenians in Everek – which was then part of the Ottoman empire – would be told they had to leave.
— Armenian genocide survivors’ stories: ‘My dreams cannot mourn’, Maeve Shearlaw