In a fenced field in Engomi…

In a fenced field in Engomi…   Sevgul Uludag   caramel_cy@yahoo.com   Tel: 00 357 99 966518 00 90 542 853 8436   One of my Greek Cypriot readers calls me: `There are excavations at Engomi` he says… `Yes, I know…` `But they are digging the wrong place` he says… `The field they are digging is the area but where they should excavate should be further down` he says. `Okay, I guess you can show me this place?` I ask him. `Yes of course but provided I will remain anonymous` he says. `Sure, of course… Unless you want, I shall never tell anyone who you are… This is relevant for all witnesses who speak to me… Otherwise, I would never be able to work in this country!` I say to him. We agree to meet on Thursday... This Greek Cypriot reader had also called me during the excavations at Parisinos-Strovolos area – the excavation team of the Cyprus Missing Persons' Committee was looking for remains of some Turkish Cypriot `missing` persons at that time. And this reader had called to say that, `They should dig across the road, the well they are looking for is not where they are digging now, it's just across the road…` We had met with him and he had shown me the locality of this well… After some time, as the excavations moved up to this area where he had pointed out, in fact remains of five `missing persons` from 1963-64 were found in the well he had shown to me… That's why I value the information that this Greek Cypriot reader has… He does not call me unless it's necessary – he only calls me when he thinks it's really important to say something. I go to meet him on the 18th of April 2013 Thursday… We park our cars a bit away from the excavation area. `Let us not get too close` he says. `Okay` I say… Since it's around lunch time, the archaeologists who are carrying out the excavations for the Cyprus Missing Persons' Committee, together with the bulldozer operators have taken a break, sitting down on the floor, eating what they had brought with them. They see me and recognize me from afar and start waving their hands… `See?` my Greek Cypriot reader says, `There you go! They recognized you!` `Doesn't matter… They don't know who you are` I say… `Look` he says, `see the fenced area behind where they are digging now? My information is that the burial site is within that fenced area, at the very edge towards the right` he says. `How many persons did they bury here?` I ask him. `As far as I know, there might be four `missing` Turkish Cypriots buried here` he says. `Is there a well there?` I ask him. `No` he says, `there is no well, they dug and buried them… One of the close relatives of one of the killers had told me this and shown me this` he says… He tells me which armed team of Greek Cypriots from 1963 had committed this crime. `Thanks so much for this valuable information` I say to him. `Now I will go to the archaeologists and tell them what you told me…` `If they find the remains here, please call me and tell me` he says. `Of course…` I thank my reader and we say goodbye to each other… I find out that in this area some Greek Cypriots might also have been killed and buried by the same armed Greek Cypriot team… This could be an area where both Turkish Cypriots and Greek Cypriots have been murdered and buried… Actually this is a very strange area: When you cross from the Agios Dometios (Kermia) checkpoint and you reach the traffic lights, you see the Coca Cola factory in front of you… This area is behind the Coca Cola factory…. Years ago, a Greek Cypriot woman reader, an old lady had contacted me from London to say that she was following my articles and she too, had some information about the possible burial site of some Turkish Cypriots `missing` since 1963-64… According to this old lady, some `missing` Turkish Cypriots had been buried behind the Coca Cola factory, near a river bed… In those years, I had informed the officials of the Cyprus Missing Persons' Committee but no matter what, the old lady would not say anything more to me. It was no use insisting on this. Now as I stand here, I remember the information she had given me… Just across where the excavations are taking place, there used to be the MAHI newspaper headquarters of Sampson… Now, this place has become a café-restaurant. I start feeling nausea and have goosebumps… If this had been an execution and burial ground, then no one would hear the cries of those innocent Turkish Cypriots or Greek Cypriots killed here because in the 60s this whole area must have been very isolated and empty… I take my car closer to the excavation site and go to speak to the archaeologists on lunch break. I relate what my Greek Cypriot reader had just told me and show them where he had pointed out, that the burial site might be in the fenced area, showing them the location that he has shown me… The archaeologists Mete, Mustafa, Christiana, Stelios, Giannis and Margarita together with bulldozer operators Stavros and Giorgos are excavating this big area in the name of the Cyprus Missing Persons' Committee. There had been a lot of debris in this field and first, they had to remove the debris… As I show them the fenced area and tell them what my Greek Cypriot reader has just told me, one of the archaeologists says `We will excavate the fenced area after we finish this field…` Then they finish their lunch break and go back to work… I say goodbye to them… As soon as I come back I call Xenophon Kallis and Murat Soysal, the officials of the Cyprus Missing Persons' Committee to tell them about the information that my Greek Cypriot reader gave me and that I had shown the area to the archaeologists digging there. I want to thank this Greek Cypriot reader for the valuable information he has shared with us… Through such humanitarian acts, perhaps more families will find a little bit of peace at last…   20.4.2013   Photo: Digging in Engomi...   (*) Article published in POLITIS newspaper on the 19th of May 2013 Sunday.

The story of a mass grave from Kornokipos…

The story of a mass grave from Kornokipos…   Sevgul Uludag   caramel_cy@yahoo.com   Tel: 00 357 99 966518 00 90 542 853 8436   These days, there is great sadness amongst some Greek Cypriot relatives of `missing persons` - the remains of their loved ones have been found and they are in the process of burying them… It would be extremely hard to describe how they might feel since all the remains that came out of the mass grave in Kornokipos (Gornech) are a bunch of kneecaps, teeth, small bones – not whole skeletons… Imagine a woman whose husband has been `missing` for the past 39 years and she's informed that his remains have been found and all she would get would be a kneecap or a small bone to put in a coffin and bury… This is so inhuman… Why is this happening? It is because the mass grave in Kornokipos had been emptied and all that could be recovered has been some kneecaps, some small bones and some teeth at the bottom of the grave… I have written a lot about what had happened in Kornokipos back in 2008 and 2009 and recently some of my Turkish Cypriot readers have also told me what they knew… While sharing the deep pain of 29 families of `missing` who are getting back the little remains and having burial ceremonies, I try to contribute with the information of my Turkish Cypriot readers about this mass grave that has been emptied… Perhaps this will not bring any consolation to anyone, it will not lessen the indescribable pain but I believe that the families have a right to know about what happened to their loved ones. That's why I call my readers once again to tell me what they know about this mass grave. One of my Turkish Cypriot readers from Kornokipos, tells me the story of the mass grave in their village… He says: `They were 31 persons, 30 of them Greek Cypriots and one of them Greek. Apparently they were soldiers retreating from the Pachiammos-Kyrenia area and had ended up on a hill near Kornokipos (Gornech). I think it was two or three days after the 14th of August 1974. Some of those Greek Cypriots had been from the Paphos area so they had no clue that where they were standing was a Turkish Cypriot village – they could not differentiate whether it was a Greek Cypriot or a Turkish Cypriot village. One of our villagers had seen them but did not do anything. He had come back to the village and informed the soldiers about what he had seen. The Turkish Cypriot soldiers would go and arrest them. This was an area on the hill called `Tatlisu` (`Sweet water`) – not a village name but the name of the vicinity since there was water here where mountain goats came to drink… They were taken to the headquarters in the village and there started an argument amongst some of the villagers… Three Turkish Cypriots from our village had been killed during the attack of the Greek Cypriots on Chatoz village, Ahmet Ince, Ali Kani and Celal Sari and this had created a shock and deep sadness, as well as anger among some of the villagers. As the argument went on, some of the villagers would say, `Let us give them to the UN` and others would say, `No! Let's kill them, like they killed our villagers!` So they would decide to go to the chief commander of the area in Chatoz. They went to see him. The chief commander told them, `If you do anything to them, we will be in trouble with the UN. You shouldn't do anything to them…` but some of the villagers would not listen to him and started shouting at him… The argument went on and on and finally, the chief commander told them, `Do as you like…` so they would do as they liked. I was not there myself but I was told by those who were present that this had happened. In the headquarters in Kornokipos, this group would be beaten up… They had been arrested around noon and by the evening, they would all be executed...I was only 13 years old at that time and I saw them being put on a trolley, at the back of a tractor and taken to a spot where there used to be a road used by donkeys… We used to call it `The donkey track…` Here, they were executed and buried… Years later when it became clear that the Cyprus Missing Persons' Committee would excavate the mass grave in our village, one night a bulldozer and a truck came and the mass grave was emptied. They used the guise of having a `military exercise` to cover up the emptying of the mass grave… Some people said, there were also some policemen but I don't know who were there… What we know is that they emptied the grave and loaded the remains on the truck and the truck went away, we don't know where… Very close to our village there is a military camp – were the bones taken and buried there? Or were they buried elsewhere? We don't know… Then came the excavation team of the Cyprus Missing Persons' Committee and dug the mass grave… They would only find some knee caps, small bones, some teeth but not the actual remains… The mass grave had been emptied already… There was another group of five Greek Cypriot soldiers who had been caught on a hill on Ay Ηariton (now called Ergenekon). I remember them well, it was around the 14th of August 1974 – I don't know the exact date… I remember these five soldiers crying, their clothes were soaked, they were wet… I don't know what happened to them…` Another reader of mine who had been in Chatoz in 1974, a young boy at that time had told me of a group of 5-6 or 7 Greek Cypriots executed and buried near Kornokipos. I call him again to tell me what he remembers. He says: `What I know is that 5 or 6 Greek Cypriots were executed in the place where there is a military camp now. This place was used for training prior to 1974 and they used to also hold military parades here until 1970… Those who went to watch these executions told me that they were buried under some depots… `We went and watched` they told me and I asked them `How can you go and watch such a thing?` And they said to me `They had told us come and watch so your pain will ease… So we went…` I could not comprehend this – some Turkish Cypriots had been killed during the attack of the Greek Cypriots on Chatoz so there was a lot of resentment, particularly in those days of 1974… Who could have been executed there? There was a group of five or six persons who had been arrested when Turkish soldiers had entered Chatoz. They had been hiding in some straw and the straw was set on fire and some got out and these five or six persons were caught. They were put in a storage and kept there… Apart from these five, there was a sixth person who had come from Kornokipos to Chatoz on the first day of the war on a motorcycle and he had been arrested – he too was kept in the same storage place as the other 5-6 Greek Cypriots. Greek Cypriots had attacked and taken over Kornokipos and half of Chatoz in 1974. This guy did not know that in the other half of Chatoz, there were still Turkish Cypriots so he had got on his motorcycle to go to Chatoz, thinking it was safe. And he was arrested. He was kept in a storage as a prisoner and I would give him cigarettes and my superiors would shout at me not to give him anything… He was about 30 years old, tall – around 1.75-1.80… One day as we left this storage and came back, this group was not there. We were told that they were executed. Was this the group executed and buried under the depots? I am not sure… The group of 5 or 6 or 7 Greek Cypriots were executed and a bulldozer came and buried them, laying them down as in the shape of a horseshoe…` As people will speak up more and more, we will learn the tragic, untold story of this island but for me the time of the war in 1974 and even the inter-communal conflicts beginning in 1963 look like a vicious circle – one action affecting the other reaction, one step affecting the next… The only thing that hurts my heart is how humanity was repressed and how `we can do anything, it's time of war` mentality was upraised in almost all areas where there was war on this land. Those who maintained their humanity were in fact not too many although there were some who saved each other and who helped each other, despite the fact that they could have remained `indifferent`. Could things have been prevented if our communities took other courses rather than the ones they took in the last half century? The only use of asking these questions now is perhaps trying to create a deeper understanding of the whys and hows of these terrible crimes in both sides and learning if and how they could have been prevented for the sake of our common future on this island…   27.4.2013   Photo: Painting of Turkish Cypriot artist Nilgun Guney for the "Color of Truth" art exhibition.   (*) Article published in POLITIS newspaper on the 12th of May 2013, Sunday.

The silence of the wells…

The silence of the wells…   Sevgul Uludag   caramel_cy@yahoo.com   Tel: 00 357 99 966518 00 90 542 853 8436   Digging continues outside Vatyli where the bulldozer is making a ramp for the past one month… The well must be around 30 meters deep and the ramp is now around 21-22 meters – soon will reach the bottom of the well and that's when we will find out whether the remains of two Greek Cypriots, killed and buried somewhere in this area are in fact in this well. One of my readers had shown this area to me years ago, telling me the story and I had shared this voluntarily with the officials of the Cyprus Missing Persons' Committee… Vatyli had been a mixed village, from time to time tension growing, at other times peaceful and quiet. People had been killed around this village, people had disappeared – a Turkish Cypriot rural constable on the way to Strongylos village had been ambushed and kidnapped and killed – he is still `missing` from January 1964, Hasan Osman `Desteban` as they called him. He had been going with his bicycle to Strongylos that day and on the way was ambushed and kidnapped by some Greek Cypriots of the area and he is still `missing`. Later on, Huseyin Ali Genc, also from Vatyli would be ambushed and kidnapped in Assia by some Greek Cypriots in May 1964 – he too is still `missing`… In 1974, Michalakis Georgiou Pekri from Vatyli, going back to take care of his animals after the 14th of August 1974 would be arrested and his Turkish Cypriot friends wouldn't lift a finger to save him from being killed. Another Greek Cypriot also arrested in that time would in fact be saved by some Turkish Cypriots but Pekri, a rich man with a big animal farm would be executed. My readers from Vatyli village would tell me that the Turkish Cypriot friends of Pekri had already shared his animals and did not want to give back anything and did not try to help to save him. A group of Turkish Cypriots had brought him here, in this field and according to one of my readers had executed him and buried him in a well in this field. A few days later, a Greek Cypriot youngster trying to escape war had come to Vatyli… He had been a young soldier and had asked for water… They gave him water and some watermelon to eat and later on took him to the same well, executing and burying him with Pekri, according to my readers' accounts. One of them had told me that this young boy might have been from Kakopetria but he was not hundred per cent sure. He was just trying to go to the southern part of the island, passing through Vatyli, probably not knowing that this was a mixed village… So the bulldozer is building a big ramp to reach the bottom of the well – my readers had told me that after 1974, this land was given to someone who had constantly thrown dead animals in the well. During the excavations in fact they have encountered animal bones in this well but we will have to wait and see whether they are in fact buried in this well or another well in the same area… According to the villagers, there are four wells in this area as well as another one or two, down below… Burying people in wells had been the trend back in 1963-64, particularly burying the `missing` Turkish Cypriots in wells in those times had been an `easy` choice since they did not need to bring bulldozers and dig holes: The well was ready to swallow up the crimes… 11 Turkish Cypriots from Larnaka had been buried in a well in May 1964 in Voroklini, 3 Turkish Cypriots from Sinda and Knodhara, buried in a well in Lyssi, 2 others in Trikomo… In 1974, this `trend` continued – the killers would find it easy to bury people in wells… In 1974, 19 Greek Cypriots executed in Chaos (Chatoz) had been buried in a well… We go to see the excavations in Kochinotrimitia – I had done a lot of investigation about Kochinotrimitia and one of my Greek Cypriot readers had shown me the famous `laoumi`, a chain of wells just outside the village and had told me that some Turkish Cypriots `missing` from 1963-64 had been buried in these wells. In this huge field there are more than 30 wells but they are not so deep… Probably built by Venetians and Ottomans to carry water from one big well to the village, there are at least three chains of wells that we can even see from aerial photographs from 1963. The wells are around five meters deep and instead of a bulldozer destroying them, an expert on wells is cleaning them… He goes in, digs and puts the earth in a bucket and his aide pulls it up and the archaeologists check for any remains… When he comes out of the well, we start speaking… He is from Denia and speaks some Turkish… He had worked in Libya and that's how he learnt Turkish since there were also Turkish workers there… Koullis is an expert in wells – 30 years ago, he tells me, a one year old child had fallen in a well around Deftera and they had called him to save the child since he was used to working in wells. The mouth of the well where the child had fallen in had been only one feet wide so he would dig a tunnel from another wider well to save the child. They would give him a medal for saving the life of this one year old boy! Now, he is trying to recover the remains of some Turkish Cypriots killed in Kochinotrimitia… Careful and systematic, friendly and comfortable with what he's doing, he impresses me as an expert, knowing exactly what he's doing and how to do it. He will check each and every one of the 30 wells in this wide open field, trying to find out in which one or which ones of these wells some people might have been buried… From my investigations, I have an idea about who might have been killed and buried here – some of them might have been Turkish Cypriot policemen, some of them civilians carrying oranges from Lefka and their trucks were taken and changed and used by the killers themselves, according to the stories of some of my readers from Kochinotrimitia. I had even seen some very old trucks in the village that my Greek Cypriot readers had told me that had belonged to Turkish Cypriots back in 1963. There had been a team in this village who had been involved in the killings of some Turkish Cypriots in Agios Vasilios and who had also gone to kill some Turkish Cypriots in Agia Marina but the priest of the village would stop them. Father Andreas Frangou would save the lives of Turkish Cypriots in his village but in Kochinotrimitia, there had been no one to intervene and stand up against these people who wanted to `clean Cyprus of Turkish Cypriots`. Father Andreas Frangou would tell them in those days, `To turn their eyes to the north and look at Turkey…` Frangou said, `There are 40 million people there! If you kill Turkish Cypriots, you will open the way for them to come here and take revenge! We are like a family in this village, there are many mixed marriages amongst the Maronites and Turkish Cypriots. If you are going to kill them, you have to kill me first!` But such wisdom and courage was rarely found in Cyprus in those times and one terrible thing led to another terrible thing and now after almost a half century later than when the conflict began, we are searching for wells where there might be remains of Turkish Cypriot and Greek Cypriot `missing` where they might have been buried. And Cyprus is split into two parts and we still have a long ways to learn how and why we ended up like this. If Father Frangou of the Profiti Ilias Monastery was alive today, he would laugh at Turkish Cypriots and Greek Cypriots for not being able to grasp the whole thing… He died some years ago, this Maronite man of wisdom and courage – many voices of wisdom have been silenced by gangs who did not want to hear any reasoning… We are trying to clean up their mess now, despite the fact that we did not have any role in its creation… In the silent fields of Kochinotrimitia, I think of all those innocent Turkish Cypriots and Greek Cypriots executed – four or five decades have gone by and still we are struggling to bring an end to the pain of their relatives… Such an un-humanitarian climate has been built in Cyprus that we will still need years to come to terms with it…   14.4.2013   P.S. By the time this article went to print, some human remains were found in one of the wells in Kochinotrimitia.   Photo:  Digging at Kochinotrimitia…   (*) Article published in POLITIS newspaper on the 28th of April, 2013, Sunday.

`The antidote of pain is peace…`

`The antidote of pain is peace…`   Sevgul Uludag   caramel_cy@yahoo.com   Tel: 00 357 99 966518 00 90 542 853 8436   We gather at the premises of the Turkish Cypriot Journalists' Association just outside Nicosia for the opening of an exhibition of photography… These are photographs taken by Niko Guido from Turkey in a hospital in Jordan – he had gone there to be together with Iraqi patients, wounded in the Iraqi war – all of them maimed, most of them burned and lost limbs, hands, eyes... Niko Guido is leading the project `Leave Us Alone` and the exhibition is being opened in more than 30 places on the occasion of the 10th Anniversary if the Iraqi war… Hurriyet newspaper writes about Niko Guido and this exhibition: `Guido, the leader of the "No to War" project, was in Amman, Jordan in 2010 and 2011, photographing Iraqi civilians who had undergone plastic surgeries. In the concept of the exhibition, the voice of each photographed Iraqi was recorded by the artist for five minutes. In this recording, wounded Iraqis introduce themselves and talk about their lives "before the bomb" and how they were forever altered afterward. Underneath each photograph is an interview where the emotions of the Iraqi people regarding the photographs are documented. "Let's be clear: Our world is becoming nothing less than a photographic garbage bin. Our brains, fed by visual media, are not affected by powerful imagery as they used to be just a few years ago. It is getting harder every single day for the documentary photographer to draw attention to the problems of the world and humankind. It is for this very reason that we decided on an exhibition format in which we brought 'the voices and the photographs' together," Guido says on the project website. To create the project, Guido called for volunteers with contacts with local and international actors, art galleries, photography societies, universities, media organizations and anti-war societies. "Although we live in a country where saying 'no' to war could be harmful and dangerous, there are nice people who accepted being a part of such a project without any hesitation and trying to do their best. 'Leave Us Alone' would remain a mere thought without those nice people," Guido said, thanking the contributors and volunteers. The project takes its name from the words of an Iraqi who had more than 30 operations on his face, who told Guido, "We don't want your civilization, money or modern living... Just leave us alone." The exhibition opens with a letter from Niko Guido to Suru… Suru Darweesh Kareem is 8 years old now. She has 3 sisters and 4 brothers. She was born in Kerkuk, Iraq. One day a truck loaded with bombs exploded while she was playing with her dolls at home. Because of the impact of explosion, the fuel tank used for heating in the house exploded as well. Suru's face was covered by flames and burned completely. She had a serious injury. She was taken to Sulaimaniya for treatment. Unfortunately the treatment ended up with a failure. Thereupon, she was brought to Amman. Doctors tried to replace and stitch burned parts of her face by skin from other parts of her body, but the little girl's body reacted badly to this treatment and rejected the skin which caused the stitched parts to fall off. According to Niko Guido Suru doesn't like animals. She likes to play with dolls and she misses her friends very much. In his letter to Suru, he says: `Dear Suru, When I first saw your face, my heart broke… I was looking at you but not seeing you… You noticed me; I was hiding behind my camera… Even though I was not photographing you, I was making as though I was taking pictures. You smiled at me… At that moment I noticed your eyes… The scars from the burns on your face gradually started disappearing. And then you came and hugged me. We stayed like that for some minutes… I kissed you from your beautiful eyes, your beautiful cheeks. I stroked your burnt face. You held on to my hands and did not let go… Then I felt ashamed of myself. I hadn't known what to do in order not to look at you, not to see you, I was surprised. Just because your face was burnt, how can they be shame from this? Go out to the streets, go around the people. If someone has to feel shame, it is not you. It is me, us, all of us! We turned you into this… We could not protect you. You were only three years old when the bomb exploded. You can't even remember how your face burned. When I look at your face I understand how evil we can be for money, for more richness. I apologize to you in the name of humanity… Because of this war, you lost your family, your relatives, your friends, your future. Even if the whole world closes its eyes in order not to see you, I myself and my friends will not close our eyes…Don't be sad beauty, don't be sad my princess! The tears in my eyes are tears because I can now finally see you. Look, I don't turn my eyes away when I look at you… Because you are so beautiful and we are so ugly…` We are here in the premises of the Turkish Cypriot Journalists' Association for the opening of the exhibition consisting of 24 pictures and 24 stories about these photographs. The President of the Association, Huseyin Guven says: `Despite so much destruction and tragedies, our world is still a stage for wars. Unfortunately, it is innocent people who generally pay for these wars. Always innocent people are killed… Even though they are not the ones who have decided to start wars, it is mostly civilians and children who are paying for it. The photos we saw while preparing this exhibition have shown us the ugly face of war even though we saw the horrible face of war in Cyprus. The photos also reminded us to value peace and struggle for peace on a daily basis. Even though we are journalists, the photos reminded us that war is not as simple as we watch on TV, we saw how people pay for it and we shuddered, understanding the value of peace and brotherhood, sisterhood. Even if we cannot compare it with the wars in the world, in this small island, we too have gone through wars and suffered. Thousands of us lost their homes. Still there is no solution or agreement. We live under ceasefire conditions and we are still expecting for a negotiated settlement, sometimes with hopes and sometimes with disappointments during this process. The ones who will address you and who will open the exhibition now is Huseyin Rustem Akansoy and Petros Souppouris are two of our friends who have paid dearly for the war in Cyprus. They know the evilness of war, the pain it causes. But seeing them together like in many other peace activities, give us great hope for the future. Yes, we lived through a lot of pain in the past and we cannot say that what has taken place did not happen. But we can struggle together so that such painful incidents don't happen in the future. We don't want war, we want peace. And on the occasion of this activity, we would like to call on the two leaders of our communities. Start the negotiations immediately… Start and finalize it with an agreement that would foresee the rights of both communities, with a just and lasting solution.   If war is needed, let us wage war in this small country against economic problems. Let us wage a war together against poverty and unemployment. Let us wage a war against cancer. Let us wage a war against racism, exploitation, drugs, the bad habits surrounding our youth. Let us wage a war against all of these together so that we can leave beauties worth living for our future generations. Let us give them a country where they can live in peace, welfare and justice.` Petos Souppouris who had lost his whole family in 1974 in the massacre at Palekythro together with Huseyin Rustem Akansoy who lost his whole family in Maratha-Sandallaris-Aloa in 1974 open the exhibition. They are the leaders and founders of `Together We Can`, The Bi-Communal Association of Relatives of Missing Persons and Victims of War and Massacres. Souppouris talks about the scars of war and says that `For every single perpetrator who has created such scars, we need a thousand of us to encounter what they have done… If we talk and understand each other's pain, it's easier to solve problems. First, we must unite the people and then unite the island…` Huseyin Rustem Akansoy says that the Turkish Cypriots and Greek Cypriots know and feel the pain of war and the scars of war are still here… He says: `As Together We Can, the Bi-Communal Association of Relatives of Missing Persons and Victims of War and Massacres, we try to put pressure on authorities in both sides for finding the remains of missing persons… The more we share, the more we develop feelings of solidarity; we see that the pain becomes less. The antidote of these pains of war is peace…`   25.3.2013   Photo: Huseyin Rustem and Petros Souppouris opening the exhibition…   (*) Article published in the POLITIS newspaper on the 14th of April 2013 Sunday.

`Remembering history…`

`Remembering history…`   Sevgul Uludag   caramel_cy@yahoo.com   Tel: 00 357 99 966518   The conference room is packed at the Home for Cooperation – we have two speakers from Germany: One of them is Uwe Bader from the Osthofen former concentration camp, turned into a memorial and a documentation centre – he is the director there and he conducts the "Memory Work" in the Federal State Central Authority for Political Education Rhineland-Palatinate in Germany. He is the director of the memorial places in Osthofen and Hinzert. The other speaker is Magdalena Scharf from Action Reconciliation-Peace Services, a young woman from Germany who had been born and raised in Brazil and would travel the world, due to his father's job. We have met here on the 16th of March 2013 Saturday morning in order to listen to Uwe and Magdalena on the topic: `Remembering history – A case study from Germany…` I had met Uwe Bader back in 2009 when we had gone to have an activity about `missing persons` in Cyprus at the Osthofen former Concentration Camp. He was part of the German-Cyprus Forum and was hosting the 10th Anniversary Meeting of the forum there. We would have a whole day in this concentration camp about Cyprus… Hulusi Halit would come from Berlin with his paintings – Hulusi, a Turkish Cypriot painter who has been living in Germany since 1974, had read my book `Oysters with the missing pearls` and would paint a series of pictures about `missing` after that. We would exhibit his paintings at the Osthofen former Concentration Camp. We had gone together with my dear friend, Maria Georgiadou from Kythrea, Petros Souppouris from Palekythro and Huseyin Rustem Akansoy from Maratha to make a presentation about how we work together on the `missing persons` as an initiative coming from the grassroots. Being in Osthofen former Concentration Camp was eerie – they had kept the camp as it was, changing very little, turning it into a memorial-museum. Upstairs you could see photographs and read about details and watch movies about what had happened at the camp. Artists had been invited to create their works of art and these works of art would be exhibited there permanently. This camp had been one of the very first camps and close-by was also Hinzert - There are exhibitions about the history of the period of 1933 to 1945 in the two memorial places… Hinzert was more `international`, having there prisoners from other countries and still there are some `missing` from Hinzert. Osthofen former Concentration Camp took you on a journey in time and made you really feel what it had been like in Germany back in the times of the Nazis. They would take here groups of students and this would be part of the federal education system, to teach them about what had happened in the past. They would educate youngsters according to their age group, giving them information they could understand in line with their age. I was really impressed with their work and put into my mind to try to bring Uwe Bader to Cyprus to speak especially to teachers about how they were `facing history` in Germany, what they had done and what was going on… It took us four years to be able to have this seminar in Cyprus, with the help of Friedrich-Ebert-Foundation Cyprus and Goethe Institute in Cyprus. Association for Historical Research and Dialogue would give us the conference room without any charge, as one of the organizers of the seminar and would offer us coffee. We would invite particularly Turkish Cypriot and Greek Cypriot Teachers' Platform United Cyprus and members of "Together we can" – The Bicommunal Initiative of Relatives of Missing Persons and Victims of Massacres and War – that is relatives of `missing` persons from both communities to come to the seminar. Uwe Bader would show us a film about Osthofen and Hinzert and their history and Magdalena Scharf would talk about her association `Action Reconciliation-Peace Services` and their work since 1958. Magdalena describes her association's work with the following: `The appeal at the founding of Action Reconciliation in 1958 starts with acknowledging Germany's guilt for Nazi crimes. Convinced that the first step towards reconciliation had to be made by the perpetrators and their descendants, the founders of Action Reconciliation pleaded that "the other nations, who suffered because of us, will allow us with our hands and with our means to do something good in their countries" as a sign of atonement and peace. ASF/ARSP was founded as an organisation encompassing all of Germany, but the division of Germany soon impeded joint efforts: The association in the GDR and in West Germany followed different developments: with short-term voluntary services in Eastern Europe and long term volunteer services in Western Europe, Israel and the USA. With Germany's unification, and a - sometimes painful - reunification process of the organization, staff, members and volunteers in the East and West have been working together to continue and further develop volunteer services under the name Action Reconciliation Service for Peace since 1991. ARSP participates in practical, equality-based dialogue between cultures, and tries to incorporate the consequences of the past into present-day interpersonal and international relations. It bases its work on the conviction that people - through common practical experience - learn to know and understand themselves and others better, are changed, and through this, create something new.` When Magdalena started speaking, I was really impressed with what they have been doing: What they actually do is that they find young German volunteers to send to countries where Germany had occupied during the Second World War and these youngsters would work voluntarily for about a year in an old people's home or in a hospital – this is accepting responsibility for the crimes that `others` from your country had committed and it is like an `apology` by trying to do something good and trying to build a relationship with people from those countries who had been hurt in the past. I started thinking: Why not try to create an infrastructure to send our youngsters to visit the refugee areas and speak with those who had lost their loved ones and their belongings during the conflicts in 1963 and 1974? Why not create an infrastructure where people from our communities in Cyprus can go and visit together old people's homes or hospitals and try to build relationships, listening to and also sharing what has happened in the past? You might think that Cypriots don't need such an infrastructure since they don't have `hatred` against each other – my observation is that we lack infrastructures in this country for reconciliation, for facing our history, for teaching our youngsters objectively what has happened in the past and learning from each other. Perhaps we could think more on how we can build an infrastructure to facilitate all of this for the sake of the future of our children…   23.3.2013   Photo: Speakers at the seminar `Remembering history...`   (*) Article published in POLITIS newspaper on the 7th of April, 2013 Sunday.

`The colour of truth…`

`The colour of truth…`   Sevgul Uludag   caramel_cy@yahoo.com   Tel: 00 357 99 966518 00 90 542 853 8436   If others have committed crimes - `others` from our `own` country – we are here to do the opposite: To embrace and show that we don't have issues with each other but on the contrary, we understand each other and respect each other. If Panayiota Hanim or Sherif Hanim had to go through hell in spite of their innocence, we are here to hold their hand and walk with them, showing our respect and love… We have shed our tears for what they have gone through, we have lost sleep over their turmoil and pain and suffering and today we are trying to put in place the humanity that was lost on this land… Panayiota, the woman wearing black, walking with the help of her dear and only daughter Christina, the woman who demonstrated at the checkpoints for so many years, searching for information about her `missing` husband and her `missing` son is here today with us… She has come all the way from Limassol, from her tiny refugee house in Agios Athanasios to Nicosia, crossing the `border` to open our art exhibition `The Colour of Truth` at the Goethe Institute on the Green Line – the buffer zone where we have gathered to put back in place the humanity that was lost on this land… Panayiota Pavlou Solomi, the woman who lost her husband Pavlos and her son… The woman who lost her land in Komi Kepir, her two mills – one for the olives and one for the wheat – the woman who lost her house, her fields, her partner for life and the son she gave birth to… Everything might have been stolen from her, everything except her memories and she persists, standing here with us in black, even if she is losing her sight she walks with the help of her dear daughter Christina, a statue of sadness and pain, a statue of how no one can destroy hope and humanity on this land… Next to her is Sherif Birshen who lost her father and her brother in the most inhuman way you can think of… Her brother Ahmet from Tremetousia had been ill; he had to go to the hospital for treatment from his liver. It was the state hospital, the Nicosia General Hospital and the year was 1963. Her father Yusuf would go to look after his son and they would both be killed in the hospital… The brother's body would be returned but the father, killed in the Nicosia General Hospital would still be `missing`… Half a century ago, crimes against humanity have been committed in a hospital in the capital of our land, in a state hospital where you go for treatment – it wasn't only the young Ahmet and his old father Yusuf who had been killed in the hospital but also another patient, Mentesh Zorba from Agios Andronikos, a young boy who had gone for treatment from his appendix, as well as a Turkish Cypriot nurse, Veli from Louroudjina… Mentesh and Veli are also `missing` from the hospital, what big shame for our country to make people disappear from a state hospital… Sherif is tall, blond with blue eyes… She stands together with Panayiota to open our art exhibition together. `All those killed were innocent` she says, `it was not those who committed crimes but the innocent ones who died…` Her brother and father, both innocent have died in the hands of criminals in a state hospital. Despite this, she does not nurture hatred towards others, she knows and shows the difference: She is here today amongst us, having come all the way from Hamit Mandrez where she lives despite her high blood pressure, has crossed the `border` to the buffer zone to open our exhibition. The two old women, one Turkish Cypriot, the other Greek Cypriot stand together to address the huge crowd gathered here in the garden of the Goethe Institute and then open our exhibition. We walk with them to see the works of art – here, in one painting are the shoes Panayiota has been polishing and keeping in a chest – they are the shoes of her `missing` husband and son – in the painting, moss has grown inside the chest, showing the passing of years and the endless waiting… In another painting by another artist, Panayiota sits clad in black as always and in front of her is the suitcase she had prepared for her son back in 1974, thinking that in a few days he would be sent back from Galatia where he had been kept and the military commander had promised her that `in a few days I will send you back your husband and son`… So she had put in that suitcase that she still keeps as it is, his pyjamas, his school pants, his underwear, his shirts, getting it ready so that when he would come, he would just pick this suitcase up and go away, go away to a safer place… The suitcase remains as it is – neither the son, nor the husband could ever come back… Paintings of artists hung from the walls depicting mass graves from Maratha or Paralimni where the innocent were executed and buried, the innocent Turkish Cypriots and Greek Cypriots who had nothing to do with the conflict but were only trying to make their living and survive on this land… Paintings of artists showing the entrance to a cave in Agios Georgios Alamanos where three innocent Turkish Cypriots were killed or the lake Galatia where eleven innocent Greek Cypriots were buried… Paintings of artists from both sides whom we brought together and worked together for the past eight months, trying to show them how humanity was lost on this land and how we must put it back in place accepting our responsibility for at least expressing that we do not approve of such crimes, no matter by whom they have been committed. `The colour of truth` is painful but at the same time it expresses hope on this land because it is the first time ever in our history that artists from both sides have come together to think together about what has happened on this land and have created their works of art, showing their understanding and empathy and expressing their feelings about `missing persons` and mass graves in this country. `The colour of truth` will go around the island to try to put in place the humanity that was lost on this land…   17.3.2013   Photo: View from "The Color of Truth" art exhibition at the Goethe Institute…   (*) Article published in POLITIS newspaper on the 31st of March, 2013 Sunday.