20 - Kurdistan is all a fairground

On the 7th of this month, in the afternoon 4:20, in the service of the Fatherland as a war officer at the Prussian Ministry of War in Constantinople, died of a stroke of the lungs after a short illness in the 49th year of life, my dearly beloved husband, the dear, good father of my children, our dear son, brother and brother-in-law, uncle and nephew, the mine director Hermann Pedro Blumenau graduate mining engineer Knight of the Liskat Medal and the Iron Crescent In deep sorrow  Mrs. Gertrud Blumenau, born Götze Hermann and Werner Blumenau Mrs. Hermann Blumenau, born Repsold Christine Blumenau Hugo Sierich and wife born Gertrud Blumenau Berlin-Wilmersdorf, Landhausstrasse 18, Brunswick, Hamburg The funeral took place in Constantinople on March 9. 1917

This is the Kurdish land, This Kurdish land is full of blessings and abundance. Its fields are mines, full of silver and gold. Today we ask, are we the only people? (2)

Oh, aman, aman, a hundred times aman. Our people were killed and thrown into the river. Neither a king nor a ruler remained among us. Everyone became a state, but we were left behind.

This Kurdish land is full of mines Every Kurdish man has a hundred men Today we will go, we have no one else Today we will go, we have no one else

This Kurdish land is all a fairground Why are we left at the walls? This place is a home, a place of worries This world is a home, a place of worries (Composed bz Seîd Axayê Cizîrî)

Singer: Bangevaz Çağrı Speaker: Aaron Snyder Image: Private Archive Jutta Blumenau-Niesel