My name is Erkan Encü
My name is Erkan Encü
My name is Erkan Encü.
I am not a statistic.
I am a human being!
And I have a story too
I am the single son of a father who dedicated his eyes to the state My father lost his both eyes when he stepped on a mine while he was a village guard
I was still at the seventh class and I was dreaming about the day when I was going to be a doctor and bring light to the eyes of my father
We made a football team and called it Eagle Sport. We had very recently bought our uniforms which had red, black and white colors. The number 4 was mine, I could wear it only two days
The money my father was paid by the state wasnt enough for our family and I was therefore always insisting on going to smuggling A few days ago, my father finally agreed and gave me permission. I am sure he thought I was going to learn my lesson and lose my interest after going to the border a few times
That night, it was the second time I was going to the border. I was with two uncles of mine; one of them was Hüsnü who died with a longing for his unborn baby and the other one was Savaþ who was of the same age with me My mother made me wear two gloves that day. Mummy, could these gloves ever prevent the cold which froze the person to the marrow?
Cannonballs of death were rained on us on the way back home, I at that moment remembered a story told by my mother which was telling about common swifts raining death on the cruel However, we were innocent and they didnt hear that
Like a diver crippled by the bends, I was drenched in a dark see and I silently lied on the shore of the death The blood of thirty four of us were all shed, thirty four of us became a river of lives that leaked into the ground My mother used to tell me that roses open during the night, and we thusly became rosy like blood flowers
There is a way to turn back but is there any one left to turn back from this caravan?!
Tell the pilot who has seven pairs of shoes that one of my shoes remained on the field of death, with one of my foot inside it
I know it scares to know but still, tell me if the children can get over the deep wounds inflicted by bombs?
My name is Erkan Encü, I lived only 13 years of my life and I left you, saying keep the rest. My mother had told me to not to be afraid in case of seeing a soldier. However, bombs were dropped on us and I was scared very much
My dream was to die at a night when the heaven would be smartened up with stars. Tell me if I wanted too much.
This may annoy you but I have several words to say;
I demand justice,
If the bombs that killed me didnt kill the justice too
Doesnt everyone have the right to justice?
Or,
Should I apologize to the state because it has warted those huge, expensive bombs for killing me,
Should I thank the General Staff for not missing the target and for killing me!?
* Platform for Justice for Roboski publishes the life story of 34 people from the villages of Roboski and Gülyazý who were killed by bombs on 28 December, 2011. These stories which will be published for 34 days are also sent to the offices of President, Prime Minister, Ministry of Justice and Interior Ministry via fax and mail.
I am not a statistic.
I am a human being!
And I have a story too
I am the single son of a father who dedicated his eyes to the state My father lost his both eyes when he stepped on a mine while he was a village guard
I was still at the seventh class and I was dreaming about the day when I was going to be a doctor and bring light to the eyes of my father
We made a football team and called it Eagle Sport. We had very recently bought our uniforms which had red, black and white colors. The number 4 was mine, I could wear it only two days
The money my father was paid by the state wasnt enough for our family and I was therefore always insisting on going to smuggling A few days ago, my father finally agreed and gave me permission. I am sure he thought I was going to learn my lesson and lose my interest after going to the border a few times
That night, it was the second time I was going to the border. I was with two uncles of mine; one of them was Hüsnü who died with a longing for his unborn baby and the other one was Savaþ who was of the same age with me My mother made me wear two gloves that day. Mummy, could these gloves ever prevent the cold which froze the person to the marrow?
Cannonballs of death were rained on us on the way back home, I at that moment remembered a story told by my mother which was telling about common swifts raining death on the cruel However, we were innocent and they didnt hear that
Like a diver crippled by the bends, I was drenched in a dark see and I silently lied on the shore of the death The blood of thirty four of us were all shed, thirty four of us became a river of lives that leaked into the ground My mother used to tell me that roses open during the night, and we thusly became rosy like blood flowers
There is a way to turn back but is there any one left to turn back from this caravan?!
Tell the pilot who has seven pairs of shoes that one of my shoes remained on the field of death, with one of my foot inside it
I know it scares to know but still, tell me if the children can get over the deep wounds inflicted by bombs?
My name is Erkan Encü, I lived only 13 years of my life and I left you, saying keep the rest. My mother had told me to not to be afraid in case of seeing a soldier. However, bombs were dropped on us and I was scared very much
My dream was to die at a night when the heaven would be smartened up with stars. Tell me if I wanted too much.
This may annoy you but I have several words to say;
I demand justice,
If the bombs that killed me didnt kill the justice too
Doesnt everyone have the right to justice?
Or,
Should I apologize to the state because it has warted those huge, expensive bombs for killing me,
Should I thank the General Staff for not missing the target and for killing me!?
* Platform for Justice for Roboski publishes the life story of 34 people from the villages of Roboski and Gülyazý who were killed by bombs on 28 December, 2011. These stories which will be published for 34 days are also sent to the offices of President, Prime Minister, Ministry of Justice and Interior Ministry via fax and mail.
