To know your past, is to know yourself.
I must have fallen asleep immediately after falling down, because I woke up thinking it was early morning, but the sun, instead of rising, was setting. Then I realized that I must have slept all day. As I looked around me, I saw something a short distance from me that looked like a bridge. I got up and walked toward it and as I approached it, I saw it was a broken wooden bridge with small rocks, the tops of which were exposed above the shallow water under the bridge. I sat under the bridge for cover and as the evening was approaching, I heard someone calling, "Son, are you Assyrian?" In my crying voice, I answered, "Yes, I am Assyrian."...
— Ben S. Benjamin (Assyrian Holocaust Survivor)