On women’s revolution, artistic freedom and the fragile conditions of culture in wartime I meet my artist friend Diyar Hesso at the front line. I first got to know Diyar years ago in the Kurdish city of Diyarbakır, on the Turkish side, where we lived together with other artist friends in a stone house with a courtyard. He was the youngest in the house: a quiet, attentive, gentle boy who had become fascinated with cinema. The person standing in f…
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