It’s peculiar to see a car with wedding decorations pass by when at the same time hearing explotions loud enough to move every part of your body. The thought that just hit me is: how many did just die? That’s life in Amed right now; full of contrasts. Some try to live a normal life while others are trapped in a basement without any contact with the outside world.
The discussions about Bakur are different amongst the people in Amed. Some feel hopeless, they have given up and are tired of all the death. Others explain that they don’t believe in the peace negotiations anymore: “Erdogans has nothing to gain from peace and will take this war even further”. It’s noticeable that thoughts and opinions are fragmented and I can feel the overwhelming flow of emotions from people.
But there’s also a part of the people that live for the resistance. It’s evident that the will for self-rule is strong and the need to defend it has been made into a practice. YPS (People’s Civil Defence) has been formed all around the country and I hear discussions about how hope and love lays with these groups. The biggest threat against Erdogan is the people who refuse oppression.
Today we passed the big walls of Sur and entered it’s torn down quarters. Life looked different on that side of the wall and the gun fire was close by. The besieged areas were just two blocks from where we were walking and the feeling of hearing the state forces constantly attacking is hard to describe.
On our way out of the area my head is spinning when I suddenly hear a familiar melody. I turn around and see a boy, about 7 years of age. He’s standing on his doorstep and singing loudly: “Cihanin umudu gerilla” – the hope of the world is the gerilla. My heart feels warm but at the same time I realise that these children will never let Erdogan get away with or forgive what they have witnessed. Erdogans tries to crush the resistance but the children of the parents that are now being murdered are a generation that will have an even stronger bond to the struggle.