My grandfather has started his life as a subject to Ottoman Empire. He was living in a desolate district’s village along the central coast line of Black Sea. He had no land to farm, just an adobe house with a garden good for nothing to sell. There was no school around, not even elementary. The century was 20th, but forget tap water, sewer, or electricity, even the roads were no good for vehicles, as if there were a network of vehicles for transportation. The road would be better when my grandpa, Ali, was 30. The mosque would be built when he was 33. The school would be available after 2 hours walk when he was 35. Not bad, huh?! just because the state turned into a Republic when he was 25! Yet, he serviced the Ottoman military at the age of 14! He was a medic, and he was shot in his leg by (possibly) Armenian support troops, behind the Ottoman front line. The so-called doctor had not enough medicine to spend his relatively unimportant wound and his leg limped a little later on. The a...