I’m translation my greek jewish grandfather diary with AI.
Here’s an excerpt:
In 1925, we departed from Samsun
heading east through Erzurum in order to travel
toward Athens, where we had been intending to go for some time.
Along with a few relatives and many other refugees,
we stayed in Kars–Erzurum. We spent the winter there
for an entire year. Many children remained unburied,
their bodies overtaken by the cold.
My prison, my madness, my entire life
was written on paper. At that time, I became familiar with
Albanians, and with the Kurds I learned words,
greetings, and customs. We lived with the
Kurds, who were kind. They had caves,
pack horses, and some animals
with which they lived in traditional ways.
One day, in a flash,
they raided our storage, and before
the harvest season ended,
they had taken everything.
They even beat Dimitrios with a stick.
With difficulty, a ship eventually delayed there,
and I boarded it.
It was a transport vessel
from Cappadocia.
(Turks.)
