When Fethiye Cetin was growing up in the small Turkish town of Maden, sheknew her grandmother as a happy and universally respected Muslimhousewife. It would be decades before her grandmother told her thetruth: that she was by birth a Christian and an Armenian, that her namewas not Seher but Heranush, that most of the men in her village hadbeen slaughtered in 1915, that she, along with most of the women andchildren, had been sent on a death march. She had been saved (and tornfrom her mother's arms) by the Turkish gendarme captain who went on toadopt her. But she knew she still had family in America. Could Fethiyehelp her find her lost relations before she died? There are anestimated two million Turks whose grandparents could tell them similarstories. But in a country that maintains the Armenian genocide neverhappened, such talk can be dangerous. In her heartwrenching memoir,Fethiye Cetin breaks the silence.