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.)
