"I was born on the side of a busy road on which my parents were traveling."

The parents were refugees form an old and trouble land called Armenia/Turkey/USSR (among other things). It was the late 20th century and the road they were traveling on happened to pass through a well-known village in the USA called New York City. It suited them and they stopped there. A daughter was born unto them in NYC.

The parents hoped to some day return to their country, but just in case that didn't happen, the daughter was given two names: an American one and an Armenian one. She also learned to live in two languages and two cultures. This was a great gift and a heavy burden to the daughter. Perhaps because of these beginnings, Suzanne/Armenouhi, though still confused by names, developed a love for language, culture, and the road (among other things).

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Photography by Marcia Campos©