The story of Zaruhi , the daughter of Aharon Fabrikatorian - one of 5 millionaire brothers that owned textile factories in Ottoman Empire. During the Armenian Genocide of 1915 They were all killed and their property was taken by the state. Zaruhi managed to escape, and before she did her grandma carved the word "հայ" (hay - Armenian) on her arm.
The testimony of grandma Yeghisabet (Elizabeth), another 1915 Armenian Genocide survivor, told her grandchildren to never forget that crime against humanity and always seek revenge.
A rock musician finds himself in Kartsakh, the native village of the Armenian bard and poet #Jivani, a place where his grandparents come from. He comes across a bunch of unasked and unanswered questions when a random village guy takes him on an alcoholic journey to his roots.
The story of a young musician who was born on April 24th (the commemoration day of the 1915 Armenian Genocide in the Ottoman Empire), and every year on that day was taken by his grandfather to lay flowers at the Tsitsernakaberd Memorial. Another story of survival and revenge, love and miracle, memory and heritage.
After her grandpa's death, she moved to his bed by the window, and started seeing things he said he saw and no one believed him...
The smell of my childhood is the smell of my grandma's old suitcase. She brought all her belongings and precious things in this suitcase when she married my grandfather. A picture from their wedding was, and probably still is there.
I was seriously ill as a child and I used to spend weeks in bed looking at the magical carpet on the wall, following the ornaments, hallucinating, half dreaming until I'd fall asleep and wake up and fall asleep and wake up and...
