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I heard that there had been confrontations
between the inhabitants of shanty towns (one
in which my brother and his wife, Kevser
and Sultan
my old friends from the village and others
lived) and the police of
the municipality of Bakirkoy. I set off immediately to
see for my own eyes, and what I saw that
15th of November, 1975 I will never forget!
Municipal workers and police were still there
finishing the job when I arrived on the scene. Every single
shanty had been flattened by bulldozers, their occupants, men,
women and children had been turned out in the middle of winter.
People were everywhere shouting, desperate. Everyone
cried, everyone screamed, the small children turned around their
mother or on the dé bris of their houses, in tears and
without nothing to understand.Those who tried to
salvage belongings or protect what was left of their miserable
homes were beaten like dogs.
The next day,
the incident was in the headlines of all the newspapers. But
no one had an answer to the really tragic question : what was
to become of all these homeless people?
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Kevser
with her baby shows a picture of
her husband in uniform. Next to her stand Sultan
and his daughter-in-law.
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Sultan
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Sultan weeping… |
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