I felt the need to get to know myself more, to know about who I am and what I bring with me. Often people ask me if I had lived in Armenia, or If I have family living there. My father's family came from Istanbul, Turkey to Argentina when he had 7 years old because they were not feeling secure and the same happened with my mothers family which came from Romania. Both are Armenians but were not born there. Same for me, I was born in Argentina but since I can remember, my grandparents transmitted to me that love for our mother country, Armenia. At the beginning and for several years, as a girl I saw it more as something that I had to feel but still I could not. Then I became interested in photography and it allowed me to get closer to the place and the people. I realized that I immediately felt that there was a special connection, that I already knew them and that something stronger united us. I began to see in the people that I was getting to know, my grandparents, my uncles, cousins ​​or nephews, brother, father and mother, I felt that we were part of the same family. That warmth of home, that complicity, proximity and also de suffering and pain we lived and continue living today. This is how I feel when I am there, in family.