Ich kann hierzu eigentlich weiter keinen Kommentar abgeben, da mir die Mittel fehlen, um zu pr\u00fcfen, wie authentisch diese Aufnahmen tats\u00e4chlich sind. Aber sie wurden wohl, wie hier vermittelt, in Kobani an der Seite von kurdischen K\u00e4mpfern gemacht, die sich immer noch gegen die Relegionsfaschisten des ISIS zu wehr setzen. Nur, dass wir das nicht vergessen m\u00f6gen. Und weil letztens jemand zu mir meinte, „In acht Wochen haben wir das eh alle vergessen.“<\/i> Nein. Ich m\u00f6chte das nicht vergessen. Auf gar keinen Fall. <\/p>\n
Und ich finde es mehr als nur bemerkenswert, dass sich da \u00fcberhaupt noch Menschen hintrauen, um zu berichten, was dort so vor sich geht. <\/p>\n
On October 31, 2014, we crossed into Kobani, Syria. An estimated 8,000 ISIS fighters pushed into the city in late September, causing upwards of 200,000 civilians to flee to neighboring Turkey. We were some of the first journalists in as hundreds of Free Syrian Army and Iraqi Peshmerga soldiers joined the YPG (the national army of Syrian Kurdistan) in the battle against ISIS. When we entered, we were told by the FSA that ISIS controlled as much as 70% of the city, and the opposition wasn\u2019t making much progress on any of the frontlines. We personally witnessed airstrikes carried out by the US and Allied forces against known ISIS strongholds. \u201cAre the airstrikes effective?\u201d I asked Colonel Abduljabbar Akaidi, who is leading the FSA on the ground.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot at all,\u201d he told me. \u201cThe help came too late. They needed to cut off the ISIS convoys from Raqqah.\u201d We spent five days in the embattled city, going to the frontlines and talking to fighters, all of whom said that they needed more help from the West in the form of heavy weaponry. A YPG soldier took us to an ISIS base that had been leveled by an airstrike and pointed out the corpses of ISIS fighters rotting among the rubble. „This man is Chinese,“ he said, motioning to a bloated body sprawled next to a pink rug. \u201cISIS doesn’t collect their dead,\u201d he told us.<\/p>\n
We went to a poorly equipped local field hospital that had been set up in an abandoned home. The doctor there, Mohamed Aref, told us about the grave injuries he sees on a daily basis. Injured civilians and fighters routinely die as he waits for permission for them to cross the border to get adequate medical treatment in Turkish hospitals. We met some of the thousands of civilians left in town and got their horrifying accounts of the day ISIS came to town. We heard about beheadings, kidnappings, and rapes–the unadulterated brutality that has become ISIS\u2019 hallmark.<\/p>\n
We got used to the din of war\u2014the Dushka (heavy machine gun) fire, the shelling, and the hum of generators in a city with no other source of electricity. Our most harrowing moment came when we tried to leave Kobani to cross back into Turkey. We were waiting at the border for word that it was safe for us to move when we heard Dushka fire nearby. Then, a mortar hit the building directly across from us. \u201cShit!\u201d I heard myself saying. Several more hit, and they were getting closer. A dead pigeon fell from the sky next to us, and I saw a faint trace of concern in Colonel Akaidi\u2019s eyes. Some YPG fighters ran across the street to us and ushered us to shelter under a house as ISIS continued to hammer us with shells. Our fixer, Ibrahim Ali, gave me a weak smile. \u201cAt least the Assad regime isn\u2019t here,\u201d he said. \u201cWe\u2019d be fucked if there were planes dropping barrel bombs!\u201d We laughed. We had to.<\/p>\n
Worst case, we figured, the barrage of shells could collapse the walls of the house and trap us for a while. The Colonel made phone calls and paced as we chain-smoked cigarettes and waited. Finally, the shelling stopped, and we ran across the border into a sea of Turkish military.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n