Syrian Dust by Stanley Greene | NOOR
Worn out, and soul of dust, you twist and turn amid the piled sandbags to escape the never ending snipers. How long does it take? You ask, your nerves crumbling, how far is it? Only now you do understand this war; when in the middle of nowhere, Alaa says: It's here. - Because of the ancient souk of Aleppo, the most charming 4,000 m2 of the Middle East, the most famous postcard of Syria, a vertigo of voices, and tales colors, an overflow of life, now this is all that remains: rubble. Your feet that you walk in and sink until the ankles, bented spikes of rusty iron bars, shattered glasses, metal sheets, bullet-ridden blown up shutters. Powder and stones. Nothing else. But really nothing else. Rebels drag you around alley by alley, shop by shop as if you were a tourist; this is the cotton market, they explain you, this is the gold market, on your right you find the spices, down there is the silver. And they are but rubble. Here is where brides come to buy their gowns, and they point out the butt of something, here their wedding band - verbs in present tense: and you see but nothing. There's not even a rat, here. (Text by Francesca Borri)
70 Objekte
(RMm) 167753657
SYRIEN KONFLIKT - SYRIAN DUST BY STANLEY GREENE (NOOR)
The countryside at a distance looks like a storm has passed through you look at these trees, tall, emaciated and as if they were stuck into the ground, with regular distances between each other and you don't understand; these strange trees Ð then you realise: they are only trunks, there are no branches. To warm up, they have sawed away all of the fronds. ÒBut not the trees. This is a protected park." They live here, compressed, in twenty-two, in these two tombs. The youngest is Malaki, she is two months old and he barely manages to peer out of his rocking cradle among the moths. They are the families of Ahmad Omar al-Yahya, 45 years old, and Basam al-Amnou, 42. The bones were still there, when they arrived, in that hollow where now there are piles of blankets. They have buried everything under an olive tree. And they have moved here: with bent heads, the vaults that are too low, the light that is a lighter, the only latrine is marked not by a wall of bricks and a stream of liquids, but by a fog of insects. The shells of cockroaches, and when it rains, the tombs flood; they need to stay outside. One boy has a black and blue face and a broken wrist; to get inside the tombs, you need to go through uneven tunnels, openings in the mud, he slipped a week ago. Their homes, in the close by al-Bara, were swept away by an air attack, eleven families were incinerated.p to now 6 missiles and 275 mortar shells have fallen on al-Bara, which has a population of 5000. (KEYSTONE/NOOR/Stanley Greene)
(RMm) 167753596
SYRIEN KONFLIKT - SYRIAN DUST BY STANLEY GREENE (NOOR)
It looks like the same countryside that it has always been, then you look at these trees, tall, emaciated and as if they were stuck into the ground, with regular distances between each other and you don't understand; these strange trees Ð then you realise: they are only trunks, there are no branches. To warm up, they have sawed away all of the fronds. ÒBut not the trees. This is a protected park." They live here, compressed, in twenty-two, in these two tombs. The youngest is Malaki, she is two months old and he barely manages to peer out of his rocking cradle among the moths. They are the families of Ahmad Omar al-Yahya, 45 years old, and Basam al-Amnou, 42. The bones were still there, when they arrived, in that hollow where now there are piles of blankets. They have buried everything under an olive tree. And they have moved here: with bent heads, the vaults that are too low, the light that is a lighter, the only latrine is marked not by a wall of bricks and a stream of liquids, but by a fog of insects. The shells of cockroaches, and when it rains, the tombs flood; they need to stay outside. One boy has a black and blue face and a broken wrist; to get inside the tombs, you need to go through uneven tunnels, openings in the mud, he slipped a week ago. Their homes, in the close by al-Bara, were swept away by an air attack, eleven families were incinerated. Up to now 6 missiles and 275 mortar shells have fallen on al-Bara, which has a population of 5000. The mortar shell we hear now is number 276. We look at each other for a moment, raise our eyebrows, we say: a mortar shell Ð and we keep on speaking. (KEYSTONE/NOOR/Stanley Greene)
(RMm) 175654682
SYRIEN KONFLIKT - SYRIAN DUST BY STANLEY GREENE (NOOR)
THE LORDS OF THE RUBBLE.They are often just in their teens, and they have these eyes so transparent, so empty that you can look through them, and see the rubble that is behind. They have been fighting here for eight months, the clock, on a wall, is stuck at 17:47, it was September 25, and Aleppo was a pure hell, a blast every few seconds when the old city, a UNESCO world heritage site, was overwhelmed by fire. They roam around the storm's spoils in T-shirt and kalashnikov, a pair of Bart Simpson socks under their military boots; they are the new lords of Aleppo, kids who barely have a diploma, barely have a job - and yet they have a kalashnikov, now, now they have experienced power: and they won't be insignificant again as they were under Assad. They squat here with their camping stove, a teapot their sleeping bag, and it looks like their inter-rail holiday, talking with them is pointless, you cannot extract any word, any emotion. They oversee every corner, every mark of wall here has its own checkpoint, its body-guards; they patrol the streets of an imaginary city - "this is the best tailor of Aleppo," and it is but a stack of sharp metal sheets under sniper fire: because when you happen to bump into a barrage of flies, then, you who know Aleppo, by now, you know: underneath, lies human remains...The old souk, a UNESCO heritage site, April 2, 2013. A young fighter sitting in repose with the enemy at his back, watching a CCTV system wired up by rebels to spy upon any outside movement. there is no escape (KEYSTONE/NOOR/Stanley Greene / Noor Images)
von 2
Alt Text

Instruktionen