Behind the closed doors of Cizre
I
am among the destruction of Cizre. A youngster from Cizre came to me and said “Dear
Nurcan, all you see is what you can see
about Cizre, but there is something worse than this about what you can't see or
despite seeing it, not to writing about Cizre. We want to show you this part.”
I
leave my group and follow this youngster.We go to a 5-storey building at the
head of Cudi district. The building seems to me in a good condition at first
look. There is no destruction. Türk Street is written by the entrance door.
Just under it, another inscription can be read: “one of us dies, but a thousand
of us awaken”.
Entering
the building needs some effort. All the things; chickens and vegetables under
the building stank. A construction vehicle were struggling to clean out the
trash. We entered the building under a strong stinky smell.
Inside
of the building,which has two apartments on each floor, was a complete wreckage.
It was not easy to step into the apartments from the stairs. We walk on the
ruins, broken windows and trash. All the entrance doors of the apartments were
blown up with a blaster. All the apartments were destroyed. Such a destruction
that is impossible to restore.
Apart
from us, in the building, there are people working in municipality and
non-governmental organizations were trying to assess the cost of the damage.
Special
forces used these apartments during the military curfew. We entered one of these apartments.
In
the apartment, there are women’s underwears on the ground of the bedroom.
Je me sépare du groupe et j’emboîte les pas de ce jeune de Cizre. Nous arrivons dans un immeuble de cinq étages, se trouvant dans l’entrée du quartier Cudi. L’immeuble parait en bon état, extérieurement il n’y a presque pas de dégât. Près de l’entrée, un tag dit avec de grosses lettres « Avenue Turque » et juste en dessous : « Nous mourrons un, nous ressusciterons mille… ».