20 Şubat 2019 Çarşamba

TNT Matchbox Diary: A Turkish POW in Russian Prison Camp (1915-1918)/Part XXVII

//Ed. Note: Fuad Bey finally arrives at the Vetluga prison
camp where he will stay for more than two more years.
Another book by a Turkish prisoner held in a nearby camp
at Varnavino, just southwest of Vetluga and on the same
river, is highly recommended: "Vetluga Memoir" by 
Mehmet Arif Ölçen (translated by Gary Leiser).


vetluga memoir ile ilgili görsel sonucu

21 May 1916 Sunday
Half of today was spent passing through forests. There are lots of 
forests in these northern parts of Russia, in particular. There’s lots of 
wood and lumber.  In fact, the locomotives in the northern areas burn 
wood. The carts we see in the cities are lined up with loads of wood. 
Before we came to the Vologda station we saw Austrian prisoners who
had been brought to work at a station up ahead. They greeted us and 
we waved handkerchiefs at them. 

The weather is cold and we shivered. I’m sick again. I climbed up to 
the upper berth and lay down. I really felt lousy. We were at the 
Vologda station. The sun set at eight thirty. On one side, before the 
brightness sprinkled by the sunset faded, the other side was showing 
signs of dawn.  We weren’t allowed to see Vologda or to tour around 
it. But the provincial capital is orderly, big and beautiful. Our train, 
which up to now had been travelling north, changed direction 
southward here. Toward morning when we got upthe train was 
moving toward the east.

22 May 1916 Monday
When I woke up in the morning our train was at the Lupayavo station. 
Today as well our travel passed completely through forests. These 
forests seem to know no end, as if theywere made with great care and 
they’re quite pleasant, set row upon row. Occasionally we encounter 
Austrian prisoners along the rail line and we exchange greetings with 
them. They are good enough to give us tobacco and other costly things. 

In the morning we came to Timayalıh station where we said farewell 
to the group that had accompanied us since Tblisi.  At five o’clock – 
late afternoon prayer time – we came to Şarya station where we will 
get out but we spent the night in the rail cars.  Today my discomfort 
still has not passed. I haven’t been able to get out at any of the stations
so I don’t understand anything about the trip. At this last station the 
fellows went to a big restaurant to pass the time but I couldn’t go. 
During this 21-day life on the train many strange things have 
happened. Lots of gambling. Some fellows are broke, some have 
sold their fur hats. In fact, there have been some little fights and 
quite a few very odd incidents.

23 May 1916 Tuesday
I woke up a bit late this morning. I saw that everyone was busy trying
to find what they could to fill their food needs. They were all going 
hither and yon. After about seven hours the carts arrived at the station 
and were waiting for us. Then we boarded them. These carts are quite 
basic. The space between the wheels is quite far. On top of it is a 
covered basket, within which there is some straw, serving as a cushion. 
Since there weren’t enough carts some of our comrades were  late and 
some of them had to walk. 

The town or township named Şarya is rather big and pretty. Almost all
the homes are made of wood. The road we followed after we left here
was made of find sand that had essentially become dirt. All around 
there were dense forests. There were marshes in some places. Quite 
a bit further on we bagan to follow the shore of one of the branches of 
the Volga River. At first the road was muddy and irregular but later it 
improved. Noon passed and late afternoon approached.

Unfortunately, we passed a village whose name I wasn’t able to learn. 
The shortage of men was evident here, too. The village streets are quite 
orderly. All the houses are set amidst trees. Not bad at all. The women 
are all outdoors and the villagers’ clothes are simple but colorful. It 
seems they like colored clothes. Toward evening our road ended at the 
bank of a large river. We crossed over to the other side on a raft. There
 is a village here and we were separated into various homes. I was in 
a Russian home with Zühdü, Şerif, Mehmet, Tahir, Zarif and Mehmet. 
This is simple, made of wood. The inside is nice, conducive to health. 
There’s one big room and an adjacent kitchen with an oven in it. These
people live all together. In every Russian house there’s a samovar and 
in every corner invariably there’s a picture of a church. The name of 
this village is Ivanoskaya. I wasn’t really sick at all today. I’ve 
recovered. This river is said to be the Vetluga. The weather is good.

russian village 1915 ile ilgili görsel sonucu

24 May 1916 Wednesday
Morning came. First off, the Russian villagers made breakfast which 
consisted of tea, milk, cabbage pickles and black bread. They eat these 
while chatting away. Then, probably because soon summer will be here,
they don’t wear any shoes. Everyone’s barefooted. Then they come
into their rooms with dirty, muddy feet. Once inside in the right hand 
corner of each room there are pictures of Jesus and Mary, and while 
eating, and even after eating, they worship these pictures. In short, I 
found the villagers to be filthy and because of this there is a strange,
unpleasant smell in their rooms. The villagers drink tea by holding a 
piece of sugar in their mouths so they drink five glasses of tea with 
one piece of sugar. Then they drink the tea from the plate. 

Anyway,  after filling our stomachs somewhat in the morning we left 
Ivanoskaya village. The weather was bad, raining heavily. Although I 
wanted to sleep in the cart I couldn’t. We passed a number of villages 
and at late afternoon we came to Pehon Kisna village and remained
here. Today we travelled 25 verst (20 kilometers) and yesterday 30 
verst (25 kilometers). In this village we stayed in a smaller and more 
shabby village home than the one we stayed in yesterday. There were 
children in this one. They raise their children well. At night in a dream
I dreamt that my mother was giving birth to a child in her old age and 
died. I was very troubled by this.

Arrival in Vetluga

vetluga map ile ilgili görsel sonucu
                     Vetluga is at the top of the map.

25 May 1916 Thursday
After breakfast in the morning we went to the carts. At this time they 
gave us four and a half rubles travel pay for three days.  We were to 
leave a bit later. Then we had an argument with a retired secretary 
captain who had been unable to flee from Erzurum and who came here 
as a prisoner, when he tried to take over our cart. In any event, we 
departed. Again our route took us through forests and meadows. The 
terrain was as before. In some places there were little wather holes and 
swamps. 

Noon came and we reached the town of Vetluga where we’ll stay 
henceforth. Today we traveled 15 verst (10 kilometers). At first 
glance Vetluga looks big and rather pretty. Right away it made me think
of our Hasankale. The town is on the bank of the Vetluga River, one of 
the branches of the Volga. As soon as we arrived we went straight to
the Commander’s office but it wasn’t as nice as the one at Sarıkamış. 
We waited quite a while. After a thorough inspection they made three 
groups based on rank. Myself and my low-ranking companions were to
be with the married officers. Each group was assigned a house. The 
majors went to Varansova house, the group of mid-level captains and 
lieutenants went to Adalifenski house and we settled into Lebedof house, 
which was next to them at the corner.  There were already five officers 
here who had been taken prisoner earlier. These were Artillery Captain
Arap Hamid, Cavalry First Lieutenant Cemil (…), Infantry Second 
Lieutenant Süleyman, Infantry Regular Army Junior Officer Istanbullu 
Hakkı and Cavalry Reserve Junior Officer Yozgatlı Saffet. Of these, I 
knew Saffet because we had traveled together from Istanbul to Erzurum.
We spent the night on wooden beds, upon which there was some rough
straw. Since we had just come, the five of us lack everything.  This 
house is in front of a rather broad square, somewhat above the road that
goes to the loading dock on the river. It has a big, beautiful garden. The
river is rather wide and its right bank, the one the city is on, is made up 
of a few ridges that are 50 meters high. But we couldn’t see any rock at 
all.  These are terrain waves. The opposite bank, the left bank, is a very 
broad flatland. There are lots of swamps.

//END of PART XXVII//



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