5 Replies to “‘It Is Our Soul’: The Destruction of Aleppo, Syria’s Oldest City: Article in the Atlantic”
“the old is dying, and the new cannot be born”
The powers at play for the Kurdish oil field exit to the mediteranean are tremendous – there will be plenty of money to restore the old city later if they have the decency (although I doubt that the Kurds & their partners will have the decency to re-invest their earnings rebuilding the destroyed cities)
The Kurds have apparently been given a fair deal by Assad but I doubt it if the Rothschild gang will let it happen, they’ll probably have the Turcs marching to war if they can’t get NATO on the move.
This situation is breaking my heart, I have never, ever travelled in any country where I was made more welcome than in my beloved Syria. I had an email from a friend Damascus last week just saying, ‘it is not good,pray for us’… what I would give to be able to do something more proactive. I feel helpless to repay the kindness shown me by so many families. These included many Bedouin as well as Alawites, Sunni, Shia and Christian families, that all these lovely kind people are now in conflict…I just can’t describe how sad it makes me.
I would suggest that nobody read the comments posted after the article Edouard links to…the ignorance paraded in some of them is quite breathtaking.
Yes I agree, I’ve just read the article and I don’t think many people out side of Syria ever really knew how cosmopolitan it is. Its a shame that it is going the way it is. Many of my fondest memories remain in Syria while my saddest memories will remain in the UK watching the unrest in Syria. It is catch 22 and I pray for the best. I read about the souk and how some if it is burnt down. That was a place of my childhood, we would play with spinning tops all day long. I still have a spinning top. I won it from an Armenian boy I never knew his name but I remember his face. My spinning top was old a cracked, we wagered each other, his was shinny and new and I won it.
“the old is dying, and the new cannot be born”
The powers at play for the Kurdish oil field exit to the mediteranean are tremendous – there will be plenty of money to restore the old city later if they have the decency (although I doubt that the Kurds & their partners will have the decency to re-invest their earnings rebuilding the destroyed cities)
The Kurds have apparently been given a fair deal by Assad but I doubt it if the Rothschild gang will let it happen, they’ll probably have the Turcs marching to war if they can’t get NATO on the move.
http://oilprice.com/Geopolitics/Middle-East/Double-Dealing-in-Iraq-and-Syria-The-Kurdish-Independence-Gamble.html
http://world.time.com/2012/07/27/by-ceding-northeastern-syria-to-the-kurds-assad-puts-turkey-in-a-bind/
Edouard: here is the picture you were missing in the Iraqi Shammar sheikh article http://alwatandaily.kuwait.tt/ArticleDetails.aspx?Id=99571
Amazing how history always repeats itself 🙂
This situation is breaking my heart, I have never, ever travelled in any country where I was made more welcome than in my beloved Syria. I had an email from a friend Damascus last week just saying, ‘it is not good,pray for us’… what I would give to be able to do something more proactive. I feel helpless to repay the kindness shown me by so many families. These included many Bedouin as well as Alawites, Sunni, Shia and Christian families, that all these lovely kind people are now in conflict…I just can’t describe how sad it makes me.
I would suggest that nobody read the comments posted after the article Edouard links to…the ignorance paraded in some of them is quite breathtaking.
Yes I agree, I’ve just read the article and I don’t think many people out side of Syria ever really knew how cosmopolitan it is. Its a shame that it is going the way it is. Many of my fondest memories remain in Syria while my saddest memories will remain in the UK watching the unrest in Syria. It is catch 22 and I pray for the best. I read about the souk and how some if it is burnt down. That was a place of my childhood, we would play with spinning tops all day long. I still have a spinning top. I won it from an Armenian boy I never knew his name but I remember his face. My spinning top was old a cracked, we wagered each other, his was shinny and new and I won it.
You both are so eloquent. All I can do is cry.
Jeanne, sadly, all any of us can do is cry.