Good newsAt the end of October Alessandra was called into the YPG’s provisional command in Kobane. Wearing her fatigues, she saluted the guard and then another soldier walked her to the small office where Commander Sipan Helo sat waiting.
The young girl entered the room, snapped to attention and saluted. The commander, without so much as a smile, began speaking in French, apologizing for not knowing her beautiful native language. He invited her to sit on one of the two chairs in front of the old desk, while he took his place on the other side.
The man studied her carefully, fixing his gaze on her big blue eyes, and then opened the creaking desk drawer and took out her new Turkish passport.
- An old friend of mine, a French doctor, has done a lot for you. He even spent six months in a Tu
