Archive for April, 2022

Climate, oil and death of soil

Tuesday, April 26th, 2022

Most likely all of us have heard or read about the war in Syria that started around 10 years ago. It has been the bloodiest war in recent times. UN said the body count to be over 350 000 and the amount of refugees because of this war is something like 12 million. The area is suffering from extreme drought, poverty and corruption. It sure sounds hopeless. Bit less know but still relatively well known is the stateless state, the autonomous administration that was born in the area in the middle of all those mentioned horrors. Revolution that carried the Kurdish name Rojava was set up in the midst of those drying lands. People trying to build an area with freedom of women, peaceful co-existence with all ethnicities, direct democracy and ecology. Who would ever oppose such things? Well surely there are many who do, but I mean that most of us people who believe in humanity and such, would not oppose stuff like that. It also got me interested and like many anarchists alike, I traveled to Rojava. To see it myself, to live through it. To learn and share, to be part of something that is changing history.

I guess learning good things always requires of learning bad things as well. And I assume that revolutions are never just smile and sunshine. Sunshine on the other hand is something that Rojava surely isn’t lacking. I came on early summer and was aware of that Middle East is hot. But I really didn’t think it to be that hot. Endless amount of sunbathing and exhausting heat. I’ve only lived in North America and and Northern Europe and this was something I couldn’t imagine beforehand. And it was not only me who couldn’t take the heat, most of people were not outside during the daytime. Temperature was over 40 for months. Nights were not much better. People said it is like this nowadays. That it gets worse every year. The lack of electricity was making it even worse. Some places had shortage of water for weeks at the time. Loud generators were spitting black smoke while trying to transform the dirty diesel into electricity. Motorbikes, cars, pickups, trucks, spitting also black smoke in the air. Clouds of pollution that are not really moving anywhere but was just standing still. Soil turned into dust and when there is wind that sand dust flies around and gets deep into your skin, inside your laptop, your clothes, your lungs. Black shoes were not black after walking just few steps outside. I felt being on some desert but this area was not suppose to be desert. Us humans just made it that way. The climate change didn’t wait until we got some agreement on the carbon cuts. That fact really slaps you in the face here.

The region is facing the worst drought in years. Some say in 25 years. Numbers don’t really matter anymore as the soil is just vanishing with the wind. Disappearing from an area that is suppose to be the breadbasket of the country. In worst case that will lead to famine. Last summer there was already a shortage on bread. And this is the Rojava. The place where people try to manage stuff so that there would not be famine. Unlike the neighboring country, Assad’s Syria, which is way worse. There is the same drought and besides that the corruption on all levels of society. Then there are neighboring countries like Iraq and Iran where people and students protest heavily against the corrupt leaders that cannot manage in any way the problems that climate change has brought. There is Turkey, a country that is putting more effort on sabotaging Rojava’s water supplies than putting down forest fires and disappearings of lakes inside their own region. This area is surely drying out faster than it should. Studies show that global warming happens in this part of the world faster than in other places of the world.

One big problem is oil. There exists a theory that where is oil production there will be destruction of the area, both environmentally and socially. Middle East is like the oil pump of the world. Endless lines of oil trucks on the highways that go through fields turned into desert was a horrifying sight. Trucks on the asphalt roads that the burning sun had softened. Looking at those trucks in lines and few times losing count after seeing 40 of them, it really made me think is this really worth it. How many places we still are going to turn into Mad Max style deserts before we start to think there is something fundamentally wrong in our lifestyles in the western world. Literally, we suck the life out of these places and burn them into ground. Sure this was not a new thing for me, but seeing it in front of my very own eyes, well, it just feels more raw. Feels more brutal and touches you deep. And then there is the war. Drones and jihadists make things really hard here but still people try.

The problems I’ve seen here were not so much about people, but it more about the states everywhere. The colonialist and imperialist states that still play around here their power games and resource wars. Other states continuing to destroy the climate and the biggest bill to pay is here where the climate has warmed so rapidly. States really prevents the best potential to come out of people here.

When Noam Chomsky was asked earlier this year in an interview what he sees as the greatest obstacle in solving the climate crisis, his answer was similar as my observation here: Two major obstacles. One is of course the fossil fuel companies. Second is the governments of the world, including Europe and the United States.

Çîrok Ecnebî,

During the Christmas time 2021 in Rojava.

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(This was originally sent to UK based magazine called It’s Freezing in LA. It was not published. IFLA is publishing new issue soon and it has many interesting articles (and sure much better written than mine). Make sure to check it out:

https://www.itsfreezinginla.co.uk/magazine 

Published

Tuesday, April 26th, 2022

Luckily I have also managed to get published few times while being here in Rojava! Most of my submissions to journals and zines have not been published but here are links to few rare exeptions.

Once this exeption happened with this nice online literary journal and arts magazine from Canada called The Forget-Me-Not Press. It was a pleasure to work with those people and my story can be read from the link below. Mine is called Bark Nights and it is the last story on the issue 2.

I was told that this winter in Rojava was more cold that usually. One night temperature reached -9. To me that is not cold and after the burning hot summer of 2021 I enjoyed those temperatures of cold winter nights. 

https://www.forgetmenotpress.net/

 

One of my writings got published in a Third Iris Zine issue called Botanica. This zine was themed around the nature and human relation to it. My story is called “Not one but many” and it also has one photo of mine alongside the text. Both the story and photo are about the rough nature of Rojava. This zine can be bought both in print and pdf format. This was actually one of the two articles which I got first approved to be published while being Rojava. What a great feeling it was and a start for a zine writing after a long break. Later I learned that every published story seems to require 8 non-published ones for me. Here is the link: 

https://www.thirdiriszine.com/order  

The Kink man on the road

Monday, April 25th, 2022

(This story was written and send to Gutslut press as they had an open call in the end of the year 2021. Sadly I did not get published but I will try again later. Love their visuals! Check them out: https://gutslutpress.com/ )

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Man kink of the road

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When you travel across the world to a place where is war going on, some might think it is suicidal. And you go to that place not knowing any language that is spoken there and knowing that you are almost unable to learn new languages, it might make you feel alien when arriving there.

I decided to do it anyway. Even though I love my life a lot and even when I hate feeling alien. The thing is that I cannot escape my beliefs. I have some sort of never ending need to follow anarchist ideology that I discovered when I was a teenager. It has taken me to a few places around the world which I sure wont regret when I’m old and gray. I guess it is some sort of need for being honest to yourself. And sure, I might regret not having a bunch of children nor steady income when being sick and alone, but at least I tried to do so that the kids that somebody anyway made to this world would have still some sort of planet and would not live under tyranny.

I try to keep that and a bunch of other positive things in mind when stumbling around in strange situations in North East Syria for awhile. Actually I don’t have a slightest idea how long that while will be.

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This place use to be crawling with monsters. It was Isis caliphate. Their actions and practices were something that we would like to think were left far behind, like in the medieval times or Nazi Germany. But that shit was going on here just some years ago. And before that there were other problems with the Syrian regime. It feels somehow relieving that after all that crap, the period of horror, there came this new thing that is aiming for equality of different ethnic and religious groups, and especially trying to emphasize the destruction of the root of all evil – patriarchy. And that ain’t the root of evil only here, it is global. Here is a seriously interesting social project going on. It is called democratic confederalism. That’s something so democratic that it even draws anarchists like me from all around the world to come here and see it, participate in it, learn from it, and study it.

I would be lying if I’d say I don’t enjoy some special freedoms that are here. Like driving pickups and shooting with big guns. No licenses asked. But sure that’s not enough of a reason to be here, I mean if it would, I could as well have gone to Texas. And that’s never going to happen.

Crazy thing with Texas is that the gasoline pumped from this region is probably cheaper there than here. That’s something I’m having hard time doing the math about. Oil seems to be huge problem more widely in this part of the world. One of the things that draw foreign states here.

But freedoms ain’t ever for free. Here is sure also some stuff that I really suffer from. And I would be lying to say that life here would not be stressing the hell out of me on a daily basis. The hardship of language, the heat, the drones, the food, giving up of some individual joys. But then again, it would be ridiculous to not see the biggest revolution of our time because of not being able to give up small personal pleasures. If I would not have come here, I’d be later regretting it for the rest of my life.

The name of this story came from the sweet black truck I happened to see once when visiting Qamishlo (first photo). It somehow touched me. As here we all are asexuals. Not kinks nor anything else either. Is that reasonable? Well that would be a whole another story to write about.

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Photo taken while ordering falafels

(and asking if the white sauce is vegan).

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Life after death is here very present in everyday level. People who are part of the movement here and get killed became shehids, martyrs*. Their names and faces are everywhere. In shops, street billboards, offices, bumper and window stickers. Some roundabouts, parks and buildings are named after them. Their stories are shared in TV and magazines. People take pride in it, along the sorrow of course, when their family of friends are shehids. The graveyards are massive. Gravestones have photos and flags. Funerals are sometimes huge mass events with talks and honoring rituals. I have to say it is impressive. And even for me, after a short period time, it makes sense. This is a good way to keep the loved ones lost in our lives. In our struggles.

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Comrades with us, Şehîds.

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Elements of death and community here have reminded me of Maurice Blanchot writings on those topics. Things how communities are actually built through death. Blanchot is haunting me as I cannot get my hands on his books here and I cannot remember exactly what he wrote. If death would be actually the glue that binds the community together. Here it really would be like super glue.

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Çîrok Ecnebî, Rojava.

Anarchist and zinester from the so-called western world, trying humbly to learn and at same time trying actively to avoid the traps of orientalism. Enjoys most to see the ruins and ashes of the old evil empires.

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twitter.com/cirok_ecnebi

nitter.ca/cirok_ecnebi

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*=more about the shehid culture can be read on:

https://www.anarchistfederation.net/on-the-culture-of-the-shehid/

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About

Monday, April 25th, 2022

I will collect here some stories, photos and links. Stories are those that I have not managed to get published. Photos are some random ones taken while travelling around. Links are to some zines and magazines that I have managed to get myself published. Let see later if I will have more time to put here also something else.

I also have Twitter account where I post and share stuff randomly: twitter.com/cirok_ecnebi

Mostly I read nowadays Twitter through Nitter as it is much faster and as internet connection is not really the best one here, and Nitter can be read without login. I enjoy the feeling that not every link and tweet wich I open is registered and monitored. Give it a try! Here is a few instances that work fast atleast here in Rojava and with VPN:

nitter.nl/cirok_ecnebi

nitter.ca/cirok_ecnebi

nitter.actionsack.com/cirok_ecnebi

Grand opening

Monday, April 25th, 2022

Hevalê pisîka min.