The Oath of Mustafa Dzhemilev

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The Oath of Mustafa Dzhemilev

We were pushed onto freight trains like cattle, without even the time to get dressed. Many of us were still in our pajamas. The train rolled along for days on end. Of course, we were given no water and my young sister was suffering from thirst. My mother sliced a vein open on her wrist, and brought it up to the lips of my sister… who drank my mother’s blood instead of water. Oxumağa davam et