18 May 1944, 10pm, Bahçesaray Train Station, Crimea
Then a silence as absolute as darkness.
Where are they taking us, asked a woman’s voice
from the opposite corner.
To Siberia, replied a man’s voice
They are going to warm the frozen skies
Crematoria express, murmured a younger voice,
Crematoria express, echoed multiple voices.
Crematoria express, someone chuckled.
Before long the whole car was shaking
Then we started to sing Bozturgay,
that silly song about a bird.
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