Kikapu wrote:denizaksulu wrote:Kikapu wrote:denizaksulu wrote:[
yes, my 'gorumce' was eight years old, she also was among the 'hostages'.I remember well the arrival of the buses back to the Girls High School, I was there taking statements from the elderly. This was another episode which changed my life as the family had to leave their destroyed Kaimakli home and move to England where we met.
Deniz,
I though you and I were around the same age group, but you must be few years older by what you have said above.
I would be very interested to read if you have any notes that you took from the returning
"Prisoners of War" about our captivity. What I wrote was from a 8 year old kid's memory without even asking my mother for any information, and what I wrote about the school building that we were kept in was exactly as it was when I visited the same school building 43 years later. I have already posted the picture of the school before, but here it is again.
Perhaps you can scan your notes if you still have them and post them for us to read.
Thanks.
The single level building is where the women and children were kept and the court yard where women prepared food on open fires, and the 2-3 storey building is were the men were kept.
Sorry, I have no contemporary notes. I was eighteen at the time. Our notes were handed in to the 'higher officials'.
From the first group of people, I had interviewed only 8 men over the age of 50. Only one mentioned ill treatment, the evidence being two missing nails. Thats all I remember.
Thanks Deniz,
For a moment I thought you meant only 8 men over the age of 50 were returned out of 700 hundred, but after re reading it couple of times, I knew what you meant.
As you can imagined, 700 being kept in one place more or less, would have been easy for everyone to find out if there were any on goings of miss treatments of us. As I said, I would be sent by my mother to go and see my 17 year old cousin who was kept with the men, just to make sure he was OK, and I'm sure many families did the same to check up on their men, but to the best of my knowledge, there was nothing bad spoken by the women in our presence about having any fears for their men and for their daughters, or to themselves. I wonder if the person you spoke to who had missing nails was tortured before he arrived to the school or while he was there.
Deniz, I wrote what I remembered about our return that day, to something like a "football champions being driven through the crowd".
Can you re create that day for us please, as to what it was like for those who were waiting and the emotions before and after our arrival.
What was the mood of those who's love ones were not with the returning 700.?
Were there any more missing people returned anytime after we were returned.??
You being 18 at the time, most certainly will have a good memory as to what happened that day.
Thanks.
You dont ask for much, Kikapu. You talk about an 18 year olds memory after 43 years , when I have a memory of a 62 year old.
At the time these events had began, I was in Academy III (same year as Lise III.
The schools were shut for obvious reasons. Some of us were digging trenches some were given other duties. I volunteered to the SYS (Sosyal Yardim Servisi). Our duties were to provide food supplies to the needy and families with missing men.
We had heard of the captives of Kaymakli and their imminent return to safety. I think this came about after a few Turkish Airforce Jets flew over Nicosia as a warning to the GC side.
Our Office was in the Saray Onu Square, above the Barclays Bank.
One evening a call came that we were needed to take statements as the arrival of the 'hostages' was imminent.
We went to the old Victoria School where the busloads of 'hostages were expected with the UN/British soldiers.
It was a cold afternoon and dark, I think there was a light drizzle.
Outside the gates were thousands (that is what it looked like) of people, relatives , friends waiting to see who had been returned, who was missing.
The only guy I remembered well was the guy who talked about maltreatment. He was unshaven in poor village garb. I think he was about 65 years old.His hand was bandeaged, I did not see anything. He told us what he was doing when he was captured and where he was taken. He said they were provided ample food. My first reaction was thinking why do this to an old man.
We took very short statements and then they were allowed to go to meet their relatives. We heard to sounds of crying and happy greetings, People asking for their missing relatives. all different emotions together.
I think this was the last batch, but word got around about those that were killed and missing. A few of them I knew. One being our once PT teacher. Huseyin Ruso. He was taken and never seen again.ARE/RIP.
I have no recollection of the date at all. I could look it up, but that would not be my recollection.
Even though there were the sounds of jubilation , the overwhelming feeling was doom and gloom.
Thats all I can give you of this episode in my life. A few weeks after this, schools reopened but within the walls of the old city as our school was within range of Greek fire.
So it was daytime school and evenings.......we did not sleep much.