When I arrived in Gaziantep, the city where my grand father was born, I didn' t want to say to anybody I was Armenian, I was afraid of the reaction of the people. But in the reception of the hotel, I had to show my passport, so, for the recepcionist it was obvious where my name came from. He was a very serious man, and I had the feeling that he looked at me with cold eyes. I bought 6 or 7 postcards for the whole family. I wanted that they get a postcard from Aintep.
But the last day I was in town, I forgot to bring them to the post office and I was obliged to let them in the reception with the question, if they would send them in my place. I was sure, the man with the cold eyes will see all this armenian names, the hertimians, the kanzabetians, the baliosian's, all this ians that use to live in Aintep, ... and will through my postcards away. I could see my postcards in the garbage... To my surprise, every single postcard arrived to the hands of my family in Argentina. I'm very thankfull, my family was full of joy!
