A strange day's diary note

It’s a strange day today. I drink wine which symbolises the blood of Jesus Christ who was crucified and resurrected in eternal victory promising salvation to the human race and, at the same time, it resembles the blood of the victims of the Armenian Genocide who were tortured and crucified on the streets of the Armenian cities - Van, Bitlis, Trabzon, Erzrum and still a hundred others to mention... 
I live with their blood in my cup and in my veins because they took the blow and my ancestors survived. I eat plav and boiled eggs in lavash as their flesh and the flesh of Jesus Christ which is food and hope to the human race... I ate and drank too much. Perhaps my genetic memory recalls the thirst and hunger of the 1.5 million Armenian men, women and children who were deprived of food, shelter teased and tantalised to death by people whose offspring is now smiling to Europe and talking about Turkey’s Euro-integration.
Without even discussing today’s cynical rejectionists and their indirect complicity in the crime committed by the Ottoman savages, I understand the significance of this day. 24 April 2011, marking 96 years of the Great Turkish Inquisition against the Armenian race, is also a day of hope; a hope that justice will come in the eyes of the international community of the modern civilised world since for the first time in the circle of history, Jesus Christ, victim to human atrocities, and the victims of the Armenian Genocide are resurrected together....