Siragan was deported with his parents and his little sister. The older brother was allowed to stay in his native town because he was dumb. Siragan never heard what became of him. Near Sivas, the father was separated from the family. He never came back. Once in Sivas, the caravan of deportation was driven towards Ordu, a city on the Black Sea. The mother died on the road she could not resist the fatigue and the hunger any longer. The children were not allowed to stay with her. They were dragged and driven away. The same destiny awaited his little sister, she died a few days later. Siragan had a very hard time in getting on, he had swollen feet. They reached a village and a little rest was made. A Kurdish woman pittied him and told him: "Go to my house," she went ahead and Siragan followed her. Until lately he was living with the Kurdish woman but he did not want to live always among the ennemies of his nation, he hoped to find some relatives. "Become a Muslim", he said, "no. I am going to search and find Christians.” He fled at night and reached safely the Syrian frontier at Arab-Pounar. Our agent met him and helped him to get on to Aleppo, where found after all: "Christians."

Left our care: August 3, 1927. Selfsupporting.