In the Fall of 2020, I experienced pain and trauma that I hadn’t been truly familiar with in the 33 years of my existence. That unbearable pain of loss and fear, however, was something that my ancestors, sadly, knew very well. I have always been interested in my family history. When my son was born, I knew it was my duty to teach him about his roots, and the fact there was so little to share due to the lack of information has set me onto this investigative journey.
Bit by bit, I’ve started collecting stories, interviewing (if not interrogating) the relatives who still carry the knowledge about our ancestors, and developing our family tree. This project has emerged as a reflection of what’s happening in my beautiful homeland, Armenia. Revisiting the places where I grew up and reliving the warmest, most cherished childhood memories help me to rediscover who I truly am and where I come from.
*Armat (Armenian: Արմատ) means Root