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I was one of those crazy people who said I will go to the homeland. My health even suffered. My mother took me to a doctor, an acquaintance. He said, ‘the girl is OK, she’s just in love with Armenia’. My wealthy aunts, living in Egypt, would write, ‘Brother, don’t rush’. The next year, my aunt, the millionaire Satenig Yerjanian, who had no children, came to Aleppo and told me, ‘My girl, graduate college, and then go’. I was attending the American College, and my brother was studying at Melkonian High School in Cyprus.
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