Hovhannes reached our house recently from our Hassitshe agent being clothed with worn, ragged and shabby clothes.

            Inquiring into his past history we ascertained that during the deportation his father  was arrested and put in prison. He was exiled with his mother, one sister and two brothers. In Mardin he was dragged away from his family and brought to village Sarras (!). At their mournful moment of separation his mother's heart swelled and she burst into tears but was of no use. 

            In that village he had to work 12 years in the house of Molla Mahmoud, a brutal man, who treated the boy a little better than a dog, even his Kürd neighbors pitied the poor boy and one of them informed a Christian, the latter, in his turn informed the priest in Mardin and soon Hovhannes' escape  was arranged. Now he is forgetting his previous sorrows in our home.

Left our care: December 31, 1927. Selfsuppoting. Weaver.