My parent's stories are quite different, but also quite similar and sometimes even quite connected. My father's past is hidden within the depths of Pontus. His parent's were lucky enough to have escaped the mass genocide of whole races within Turkey in the early 1900's. My mother's story is again one of anguish. Born in Cyprus, she has survived the dissolution of her country - her home, again by the Turks.
In my quest to find me, as I said, I look for signs of my family's history in books, on the web, but mostly in other people's eyes. I enjoy meeting people who have stories to tell, and lessons to give which can connect me to me. Life is sometimes about connecting the dots, or piecing together a puzzle, and I am always surprised by the amount of times the pieces of my puzzle seem to fit perfectly, although at first glance you feel that they will not connect at all.
On a hot day, much like today, a new friend and I were discussing my parent's backgrounds, and she suggested I read a book called "Not even my name". Without hesitation, I ordered a copy of the book, and waited for days for it to come. Now, when it arrived, I was so eager to read it, but having
Thea Halo has helped me to find myself more. I am sure she has also helped hundreds of other people, in hundreds of other parts of the world. There are people around the world who do not know their roots, some because they were never told, some because their parents or grandparents just wanted to forget and some because there was no-one left to tell them about their past. Thank you Thea for your enlightenment and for filling in a small part of my past.
Not Even My Name Website