Station: [46] Clean men

Turn around! From somewhere to the living God! Hey! Your face is turning stone? You don't like what I'm saying? Your hand sinks, becomes a fist. You exchange glances - And then you come at me! With jokes, with words. With stones? Clean men. When I think of Lystra, I can feel the stones bouncing off my skull that they tried to kill me with. Clean men. I lost consciousness. They dragged my body outside the city, threw it down the slope. Cleaners. When I came to, my friends were standing around me. They couldn't believe I was still alive. From the diary of Hatun Aynur Sürücü, born in Berlin in nineteen eighty-two, of Kurdish origin. Clean men. Today I visited my parents. My father demanded that I give my son Can to the family to raise. I bravely told him that we no longer lived in Turkey and that women here had the same rights as men. He slapped my face until my younger sister Songül stood between us. I shouted back that I would report him, whereupon he threatened to kill me. I was afraid that my father would carry out his threat. On the seventh February two thousand and five, Hatun was killed by several shots to the head at a bus stop in Berlin. Clean men.