Heval harun

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The Qandil region straddles the borders between Turkey, Iraq, and Iran. We cannot deny feeling uneasy, as the driver of our vehicle navigates the tight switchbacks on the way to the guerrilla. But images of hideous bombardments are not strong enough to tear our attention away from the awe-inspiring landscape. The Qandil mountains are by far the most beautiful region I have ever seen. Two guerrilla fighters stop us briefly, greet us, and send us on our way.

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Two guerrilla fighters stop us briefly, greet us, and send us on our way.

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I translated this text by Peter Schaber from German. Both the original and this translation first appeared — together with photographs — on Lower Class Magazine. The Qandil region straddles the borders between Turkey, Iraq, and Iran. We cannot deny feeling uneasy, as the driver of our vehicle navigates the tight switchbacks on the way to the guerrilla. But images of hideous bombardments are not strong enough to tear our attention away from the awe-inspiring landscape. The Qandil mountains are by far the most beautiful region I have ever seen. Two guerrilla fighters stop us briefly, greet us, and send us on our way.

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Unlike us, Bese Hozat shows no concern. As Heval D. Once they realized that an old woman who had been hit was missing, they returned to save her. Two guerrilla fighters stop us briefly, greet us, and send us on our way. I held it in deep respect that this highly experienced soldier who was repeatedly offered positions of authority and importance inside Rojava, would prefer to stay with men and women half his age, if not younger, moving from abandoned building to abandoned building, helping them break up fire wood or make chai on an open fire. For if she died for a stupid reason, I would kick her arse! In the Qandil region, people live in 61 villages. The conflicts in which they died confirm that they did so for freedom and equality. No matter how romanticized it may sound, the social relationships here are so comradely and so different from what we are used to that we cannot help but feel ashamed. Here we have very different perspectives on women, nature, and life.

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If we hear through the radio that drones or fighter jets are approaching, everything will be covered in an instant. And his hevals reciprocated this love. The Kurdish guerrilla provides a glimpse of the society it envisions. One of the female fighters. By the time we reach Heval Zagros and his companion Heval D. He had spent a life travelling the world and experiencing many diverse and exotic cultures, but he had a special love for the people in Kobane, finding them uniquely open and welcoming. The fighter jets noticed their movements and returned to drop the fatal bombs. The day after he made the decision to come to Rojava, he booked a ticket and flew to Turkey on his own. Here, it is not like that. He embraced the revolution whole-heartedly, reading the writings of the thinkers, getting to know the people on both a professional and personal level and spending many hours having long and deep conversations and debates about Rojava. In those moments, nothing else in the world existed, as he would break away from conversation or human company to experience pure joy playing with the animal. If you travel through Qandil, there are no real indications for it having been turned into a warzone by the Turkish state. Some of my family is Kurdish and I have many Kurdish friends in Germany. The circumstances were particularly horrid. I held it in deep respect that this highly experienced soldier who was repeatedly offered positions of authority and importance inside Rojava, would prefer to stay with men and women half his age, if not younger, moving from abandoned building to abandoned building, helping them break up fire wood or make chai on an open fire.