“Through the sobbing, the dead boy’s father tried to shake his son awake. Then he lifted his son’s stiff and frozen body off the ground to cradle the boy’s head in his arms. The boy’s parents dug a shallow grave on the side of the road with only their hands to use as tools. The father tried to straighten his son’s legs to lay him to rest, but they were already frozen in place. We left him lying there in his shallow grave covered with a few grains of soil as if he were asleep.”
Sano Halo’s recollections during her death march at the age of 10 from the region of Pontus during the #GreekGenocide, as told to her daughter Thea Halo in the novel Not Even my Name.