Share postFréderike Geerdink On the morning of 3 December 1994, Yakut Yılmaz let himself down onto the red tiled pavement, right in front of the distribution office of daily paper Özgür Ülke in Diyarbakır. He was just informed that the offices of the paper in Ankara and Istanbul had been bombed to smithereens. He had … Continue reading The eternal respect Kurdish media deserve – and get from nobody