I'm greeted by Rubar Chiya, the unit's tough commander. She is around 1.70 m, obviously in good shape, very fit. Trained well for battle in a rough combat theater. She is friendly, humble, respectful. Her dark eyes, however, are hardened by fighting and deprivation. She has this unforgiving stare when she is obviously checking me out.
Am I friend or foe?
I certainly want to be at the positive end of her sympathy evaluation, but it takes quite some time and a deep conversation to actually make her smile.
Rubar Chiya, commander.
"Please help us, Europe!"
"Every Kurdish baby
is considered a threat."
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