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    "That's How It Was"
    Narrated by Eitan Belkind, member of the NILI

    Published by the Ministry of Defense of Israel, 1979, pages 77-78, 115-116,
    118-120, 124, 127

    [image: Eitan Belkind]


    *Photo by http://www.gen-mus.co.il/ *


    *Eitan Belkind (1887 - 1979) was born in Rishon LeZion and graduated from
    Turkish military high school. During WWI he participated in a team fighting
    locust invasions. Together with a few other outraged witnesses of the
    Armenian massacres, he founded NILI, an organization, which collaborated
    with the British against the Turks*.


    ...The majority of the Jews in Israel, the Old Yishuv and the newcomers
    alike, kept their non-Turkish passports in order to be protected by the
    Capitulations of the Ottoman Empire. The Capitulations were privileges
    granted to European citizens resident in Turkey in exchange for assistance
    given by the European nations to the disintegrating Empire.

    During the war the Turkish military powers could not agree with the fact,
    that dozens of thousands people from hostile countries having foreign
    citizenship lived in Israel (the newcomers were mainly from the Russian
    Empire fighting against the Turks). The Turks demanded that the Jews either
    acquire the Ottoman citizenship or leave Israel. Bilium (the first settlers
    in Palestine coming from Russia) and other founders of the first Aliyah led
    by Eliezer Ben-Yehuda, made a public appeal to the Jews, encouraging them
    to adopt Ottoman citizenship. However, very few people responded, as most
    Jews were afraid that once they would get Turkish passports, they would be
    drafted to the Turkish Army, something the Jews greatly feared. Many Jews
    preferred to be exiled from Israel to serve in the Turkish Army.

    On Friday in late March 1915, about 10000 Jewish were exiled from Israel.
    They were taken to Jaffa and forced to board ships belonging to neutral
    states such as Italy, USA, etc. The deportation was carried out with great
    cruelty. The deportees left all their property behind, women and children
    were hurled into the ships. It was a tragic and oppressing sight.

    Avshalam Feinberg, who witnessed the deportations, went to Jerusalem to the
    Anti-Locust Department, and encouraged Aharon Aharonson to start an
    uprising; because the Jewish settlements were on the brink of annihilation.
    Avshalom insisted that, in his opinion, that it had been the Germans that
    advised Turkey to deport the Jews.
    ..."We must help the English and the French to win the war, -said Avshalom,
    - otherwise if the Germans win, God forbid, our country will become a
    German colony as part of Germany's slogan *Drang nach Osten plan.* Germany
    has no settlements, with a population of over 85 million; it is looking for
    new lands. Israel is one of its targets the Germans had already started to
    populate it, masquerading as the Knights Templar".

    *THE EXTERMINATION OF THE ARMENIANS*

    ... On the second day of our journey, we saw a corpse flowing in the
    Euphrates. We were surprised but the soldier accompanying us reassured us
    that this was a body of an Armenian. We found out that there was a camp
    nearby, on the other side of the Euphrates where Armenians deported from
    Armenia were being held. Our friend Shirinyan turned white and asked us to
    cross the Euphrates and go to the Armenian camp.

    We found several hundred people in the camp living in small handmade huts.
    The territory was clean; the huts were built on one line. We passed by huts
    and looked inside. We saw women and children. In one of the huts, Shirinyan
    found one of his aunts, who told that all men had been killed; only women
    and children remained.
    Shirinyan had no idea what had happened to his nation. Shocked, he began to
    cry on his aunt's shoulder, but Jacob Baker and I tried to cheer him up and
    said that we still had our duty to do. We went on; the further we traveled
    the more floating corpses of Armenians we saw.
    After six days, we reached Der-el-Zor, an important city of the region. We
    paid a visit to the military Commandant of the city, the Circassian Colonel
    Ahmab Bey. We presented our papers and explained the purpose of our
    journey. My friend Jacob Baker was given an accommodation, but I and my
    friend Shirinyan were arrested. Later Jacob Baker visited us and said that
    we were detained for being Armenians. It turned out the Commandant believed
    I was also Armenian my first name Eitan, was written in Turkish *[which
    then used Arabic characters - Translator's note]* with the sound "i" was
    presented by two dots subscript, the character "t" was written with two
    dots superscript, so the Commander read my name as Etian, which sounded
    perfectly Armenian.

    "No matter how much I tried to explain things to the Commandant,-said
    Baker,-I could not persuade him. I have sent a telegram to the chief in
    Damascus". I was kept in custody for two days until a telegram with order
    to release me. I do not know what happened to our friend Shirinyan.
    Der-el-Zor, was a military centre, so it had a military hospital lead by a
    Jewish doctor Bhor (?) and a Jewish pharmacist called Arto. *There we found
    out that Ahmad Bey, was the commander of Circassian troops mobilized for
    exterminating the Jews.* The doctor and the pharmacist invited us to their
    roomy house, told us that all Armenian men had been killed on the way from
    their homes in Anatolia, and beautiful women and girls were left to the
    mercy of Bedouins.

    As soon as we found horses to ride and soldiers to accompany us, Jacob
    Baker went on his way to Mosul, I set out to my region, along the river
    Kibur (?). At night before departure we heard terrible, heart-rending
    female screams. The Armenian camp was one kilometer away from our house.
    The screaming continued all night. We asked what was happening, they told
    us that children were being taken from their mothers to live in dormitories
    and continue their education. However in the morning when we set off and
    crossed the bridge across Euphrates, *I was shocked to see the river red
    with blood and beheaded corpses of children floating on the water. The
    scene was horrible, as there was nothing we could do. *

    After three days riding, I reached Aram- Naharaim where I witnessed a
    terrible tragedy. There were two camps next to each other, one Armenian and
    one Circassian. The Circassians were "busy" with exterminating the
    Armenians. There were also Arab sheikhs, who selected beautiful Armenian
    girls as their wives. Two women approached me and gave their photos to me.
    Should I ever get to Aleppo and find their families (whether their families
    were alive, was a question), the women asked me to send their greetings to
    whomever I find there.

    The Circassian officer seeing me talk to the two Armenian women ordered me
    to leave but I stayed to see what would happen to the Armenians. The
    Circassian soldiers ordered the Armenians to gather dry grass and pile it
    into a tall pyramid, then they tied up all the Armenians who were there,
    almost 5000 souls, their hands tied together and put them in a circle
    around the pile of grass and set it afire in a blaze, which rose up to the
    heaven together with the screams of the wretched people, who were being
    burned to death. I fled from the place I could not stand this horrifying
    sight. I rode as fast as I could, wishing to get as far from the place as
    possible. After two hours of crazy gallop I could still hear creams of the
    poor victims until they died out. In two days I returned to that place and
    saw the burned bodies of thousands people.

    I approached the *Sandjer* Mountains where Yezidim lived. At the foot of
    the mountain, on my way to the city Urfa in the north, I witnessed several
    mass-exterminations of the Armenians. People were wretched, desperate to
    madness. In one of the houses I saw an Armenian woman cooking her own
    child's body in a pot. All the roads were strewn with the corpses of
    murdered Armenians.

    *A JEWISH WOMAN IN A SHEIKH'S TENT*

    ...I went to the sheikh's tent and was very happy to find my friend Jacob
    Baker.

    At midnight after the meal was over, the sheikh went to his tent and we
    stayed back. There was a little boy watching over the fire. Jacob Baker and
    I spoke French. I told him about thee things that happened to me in Urfa
    and about Armenian pogroms that I saw on my way and he told me about his
    work in Mosul. We sat talking late in the night, when suddenly the child
    whom we mistook for a Bedouin told us in French that he and his mother are
    Armenians and the chief of the tribe had saved them from extermination. His
    mother became the sheikh's wife and he helped welcoming guests. The child
    went on and told us that the chief of the other tribe had a Jewish wife
    taken from the family of the city Caesarea in Anatolia. Her husband had
    been killed and the sheikh took her.

    We were shocked upon hearing this and asked the boy whether we could meet
    the woman. In spite of the danger the child got into the tent where the
    Jewess was. Everyone in the tent was asleep and the woman managed to get
    unnoticed. She was 25 and very beautiful. She told us her surname was
    Biram, a typical Turkish name. Her family lived in the Armenian quarter of
    the city and when they were taking the Armenians, they also took this woman
    with her husband and child despite all their protests. Her husband and
    child had been killed but she was rescued by the Arab sheikh who took her
    as his wife. We promised to take care of her.

    ...Two weeks later I turned towards the Euphrates and hurried back to
    Der-el-Zor. In the post I found a letter from Haim Khanum in Constantinople
    (the main city of Turkey), who asked me not to interfere in the case of
    Mrs. Biram, as she had connections with the killings of the Armenians that
    was a military secret. Besides I sent a letter to my niece Tsilya, who was
    a student in Berlin, in answer to my letter sent by German military mail,
    where I described everything that had happened to the Armenians. I got my
    letter back with a request never to write to her about such things again,
    to beware of the German military mail, because my letters might get opened
    by censors.

    In Der-el-Zor I stayed with the pharmacist Arto, who now had five Armenian
    wives whom he married so as to save their lives. He told me that about 30
    Armenian women were working in the military hospital this had been Doctor
    Bhor's way of rescuing them.

    I must mention that all the time I was in Aram Naharaim, I was unable to
    eat the splendid fish from the Euphrates, which I liked very much,
    remembering that those fishes had fed off the corpses of murdered
    Armenians, including young children. I was also unable to have sexual
    relationship with the Armenian girls who were offered me by Doctor Bhor and
    pharmacist Arto.

    While still in Damascus... I gave my records about the Armenian massacres
    to Josef Lishansky.

    When we returned testing station I stayed with Sara. She told me that my
    records of Armenian massacres, which she had sent to Egypt *[to the
    British-J.S.],* had made a great impression.

    *...In my trips in the south of Syria and Iraq I saw with my own eyes the
    extermination of the Armenian nation, I watched the atrocious murders, and
    saw children's heads cut off and watched the burning of innocent people
    whose only wrongdoing was to be Armenian. I also suffered horrible torments
    in prison; and my dear brother Neiman and his friend Josef were killed. And
    yet despite all this, I will not feel true to myself unless I write down
    what I carry in my heart.* I pitied the Turks, who fell so mean at the end
    of their power in the East because of collaborating with the Germans. On
    the advice of the Germans the Turks perpetrated brutal massacres of the
    Armenians with the hands of the Circassian Muslims fanatics.

    (c) Armenian Genocide Museum-Institute



    *Here You can see the full text in Armenian. Click on download.*
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    *Here You can see the full text in Russian. Click on download.*
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