I need to post more about this weekend but I visited a friend of mine that did study abroad at my high school. I stayed at her house, with her family, and had a great time with one rather special moment...
Tonight I was having dinner with Lea, her mother and her 14-year-old sister. Her mother asked me which side of my family was Armenian and I told her it was my father's. She asked if I'd ever been "back" to visit and I told her that I hadn't but figured I would at some point. She was very surprised and couldn't believe I hadn't been to Armenia yet. She thought it was especially strange that I hadn't visited any of my family that lived there. I told her that I didn't have any family and she absolutely did not believe me. After I told her a few more times that I really didn't have any family, she asked me why.
[Do a quick Google search on the Armenian Genocide now.]
I realized just how bad this was going to get and said rather softly "because of the Genocide." Lea's little sister than asked (in German) what "genocide" was... this was followed by about five minutes of rapid German speaking where I only understood a couple words... "Hitler" ... "Holocaust"
I just wanted the ground to open me up and swallow me then and there.
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