andri_cy wrote:Ok guys, I really have no clue about this bathroom massacre. That sounds very sad. Is there anywhere we can read more about it?
Mr. Hasan Yusuf Gudum, an eye witness, who himself was wounded during the same terrible event, relates the sad incident as follows :
"On the night of the 24th of December, 1963 my wife Feride Hasan and I were paying a visit to the family of Major Dr. Nihat ilhan. Our neighbours Mrs. Ayshe of Mora, her daughter lshin and Mrs. Ayshe's sister Novber were also with us. We were all having supper. All of a sudden bullets from the Pedieos River direction started to riddle the house, sounding like heavy rain. Thinking that the dining-room where we were sitting was dangerous, we ran to the bathroom and toilet which we thought would be safer. Altogether we were nine persons. We all hid in the bathroom except my wife who took refuge in the toilet. We waited in fear. Mrs. ilhan the wife of Major Doctor, was standing in the bath with her three children Murat, Kutsi and Hakan in her arms. Suddenly with a great noise we heard the front door open. Greeks had come in and were combing, every corner of the house with their machine gun bullets. During these moments I heard a voice saying, in Greek "You want Taksim eh!" and then bullets started flying in the bathroom. Mrs. ilhan and her three children fell into the bath. They were shot. At this moment the Greeks, who broke into the bathroom, emptied their guns on us again. I heard one of the Major's children moan, then I fainted.
I remained unconscious for 2 or 3 hours, and later, I saw Mrs. Ilhan and her three children lying dead in the bath. I and the rest of the neighbours in the bathroom were all seriously wounded. But what had happened to my wife? Then I remembered and immediately ran to the toilet, where, in the doorway, I saw her body. She was brutally murdered.
In the street amist the sound of shots I heard voices crying "Help, help. Is there no one to save us?" I became terrified. I thought that if the Greeks came again and found that I was not dead they would kill me. So I ran to the bedroom and hid myself under the double-bed.
An hour passed by. In the distance I could still hear shots. My mouth was dry, so I came out from under the bed and drank some water. Then I put some sweets in my pocket and went back to the bathroom, which was exactly as I had left it an hour ago. There I offered sweets to Mrs. Ayshe her daughter and Mrs. Novber who were all wounded.
We waited in the bathroom until 5 o'clock in the morning. I thought morning would never come. We were all wounded and needed to be taken to hospital. Finally, as we could walk, Mrs. Novber and 1, went out into the street hoping to find help and walked as far as Koshklu Chiftlik. There, we met some people who took us to hospital where we were operated on. When I regained consciousness I said that there were more wounded in the house and they went and brought Mrs. Ayshe and her daughter.
After staying three days in the hospital I was sent by plane to Ankara for further treatment. There I have had four months treatment but still I cannot use my arm. On my return to Cyprus, Greeks arrested me at the Airport.
All related to you above, I told the Greeks during my detention. They then released me. - - "
