For Good Friday, here's a passage I wrote after visiting Egypt and Israel.
Finally there are the Armenians, who exist in such small numbers that they need to advertise their presence, and their own tragedy. Posters glued on walls in their section of town remind visitors of the first genocide of the twentieth century, in which over a million Armenians were killed under the orders of the Young Turks, who had taken over the reins of the fading
That event, unlike the Holocaust, barely makes the text-books. Most tourists would be hard-put to locate