Khatchig Mouradian
Talaat is the son of an Armenian Genocide survivor.
I first met him on a cold January day in Lice (pronounced Leejeh), a
district near Diyarbakir perched on layer upon layer of violence—first
against the Armenians, then the Kurds.
It was a day before my scheduled speech at a conference in Ankara.
His family gave us a warm welcome. After all, I was friends with
Talaat’s brother, who had recently changed his Muslim name to Armen, and
was taking Armenian language courses in nearby Diyarbakir.
