With the first caravan of deportation, his father had to leave the family with several hundred Armenian men and boys. Peasants coming from the villages brought news that the road was covered with corpses of men and older boys. Armenians understood immediately what their destiny was. A few days later women and children were deported among them Sarkis with his mother, brother and sister. They were wandering months long until they reached Tel-Abiat, a little town on the Syrian frontier of to day. They had a terrible time behind them and had seen frightful things. Mother, brother and sister died within few days. There was no physician, no remedy. The sick had to stay in the fields or in the stables. An Armenian woman promised him to become his mother, but the next day they had to go further on into the Syrian desert. An Arab woman came and took Sarkis, crying and begging was useless. She was decided to take him away. So Sarkis lost his second mother too. The Arab woman took him to Urfa and gave him there to a Turk. Sarkis became his office-boy. After several years his Turkish owner died. Sarkis found work in a shoemaking shop, and begun to learn a trade but he was afriad to become again the servant of some Turk. He fled and came over to Syria.

He met our agent who sent him right to Aleppo.

Left our care: March 3, 1928. Selfsupporting.

Died January 15, 1929.