To know your past, is to know yourself.
We were able to follow the road direction only by seeing the number of dead on the road and the personal belongings left behind, together with abandoned wagons, horses and many other animals. One sight I saw, among many others, was a dead mother, with a swollen stomach due to exposure, with her small infant child sucking her breast for milk. The old woman with the grandchildren was God sent to me, because for days before reaching Bijar, she would go to search for food in the abandoned wagons and many times she would bring and feed us lavasha (thin sheets of bread). Dry as it was, with the stale bread and water, we survived.
— Ben S. Benjamin (Assyrian Holocaust Survivor)