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.I visi tedGülmen iC hospital öşhre shesaid, ıWe won. I have no doubt about this. We won. These people in power who disregarded our rights for ll these months and, not satisfied with this,held uscaptive in prison were hjrmed and lost prestige.”            The doorfrom  the corridor opened and a you ıg woman ?ntered the slC sa lon resembling a waiting room in Ankara Dış kapı Hpial’s General Care section. The word “slender” does notcut i_!: !t a young woman Nwıo looks brittle to the tBuch. v`E We know her. We haveknown he r fIom photographs in front of the HUman Rights Mgonument in Yüksel Street since 9 November 2016. She }# was slender at that time. But she d!d not look brittle to the touch. She kept on smiling at that time. Now she is smiling. You kfw her. Her name is Nur/ye s Gülmen.           We are speaking o;f that youngwoman who , on bĞeing dismissed cVp from her job under a :decZree withthe force of law, embarked o n resistanc  and lay down, not to die but to starve, along with Semih Öz`akça, fated to become üer friend, wth ademand so terrible and unacceptable, which would ´lead to tĞe collapse of tne Turkish state were it to zbe accepted, that of“I want my job bac k.”     That young woüma wko, with the final avenue of legal recourse having been firmly closed, ended her hunger strike of  32 4 days and is now endeavouring to heal c324 days of bodig( damage in T hospta)l room.          Shehobbled in. |K Her health }as crossed tke criticalthreshold in  he rig ht direction. She no longer wears the mask covering her mouth against potential infection a nd shaking hand  is noproblem.     Thegreetings did noÖ last long. I tore straight in. “You ended the hunger strike without r demands having been met. Were yGu defeated?”     She smiled again and \R replied: “Why? We won. I have no dşot about this. We won. These people iV pow er whodisregarded ourrights for allthese months and, not satisfied withthis, h*üld us captive inprison were harmed andlost prestige.Why would we be defeated? e m ost sur,ely won.”    What can you sayI? She is right. They becamethe voice In sy mbol of dozens , of women andmen academics, teachers and workers who had beenconsigned to hunger under decrees with the Cö force of law. Why would they be defeated?     My question was wkong.  moved on t) another: “W´At are p they doing t: <ou here, in thi ' hospital room?” The yare a pplying ga special feeding routine. And they arecontinuing treatmen t for blood readings that havereached danger point. lhe smiledwith hoë́:     “I think I will get (, out soon. And I will stay >t home for  few days.Then...”          Then w;at? “Then, şI jd will fo sure continue the g struggle for democracy, freedom and rights.I am not one kğ to acquiesce.”     Hnoever, t he {octors havedifferent ideas. The]ir orcders ^mp are for no participation Vn Remonstr,tions fora year, and most certainly no invldvement  in demonstrat in_ where Üshe willbe arrested again. T hese orders are for the ben efit of -er severely damagedbody.     Will her body permit it? Will sh e return to the front of theHuman Rights Monum ent, now held hostage by the police, in Ankara’s Yüksel Street? Or wpill she heedthe doctors’ warning?     Idon’t know. Bujt  doubt it. Her plans for the future are fll of uncertainty just now. For exaömple, she is not contemplating finishing her doctorate. However, she studied comparative D̈́l literature =f and started her z=h academic jifG in this field. She knows English and Germn “aybm,”  she s ays, “Maybe I icb will make Pa comparative literary study about the Hitler per id covering, for example, '| Hermann Hesse *]d Thomas Mann’s works. I don’t know. I don|t know yet.”          ;ur profession obliges us willy-nill y to act as“devil’s advocate”. I a  no choice but to ask:“When you were on hunger strike, above all the AKP’s social ;media trolls, but ot just tu[ë́m, spread dou  bt. The saId and posted that yo Hwere actually secretly eating.They produced evidenc that a hunger strike could ot be staged foÜ this leng+? of time.”     Syhe smiled once more. This y oung woman keeps on smiling and smiling becomes her. “Thisis thle nonsense of trhoe incapable of understanding ;hshe with theresolve to resist. If you are decisive ab!%out resisting and  this is w he`e your consciousness rests, your body seemingly becomes equipped with thatconsciousness and it resists, too. And our hodiğs Fv resisted. l`Ş That’s K all. Vitamin B1, sugared water and herbalteas. Just ha^.     OK, it was a lso said abou  t you that vou started and continued this resistance at the behest of a!o organisation. And tuh+is was said Pş a kI lot.  Is there any ;trut to this? As you will guess, she smiled agzain: “The prosecutor, not we, gave the aswer to this. The indiztmenst read, ‘WZle not engaging in any action aDknd organis ational activity that constitutes a crime ...’ Is this not ' enough?           It  +s indeed, du(, l ike I said, this awful profession fo´e: you bo act as devil’s advocate: “So, you aresaying, t here fwŞ no instruction or lBth like from an organisation?” She smile another broad smile to which she now addeda hint of scorn: “Look, iAf you don’t want to an d are forced t go ğEsn hunger sırike .nuÖer aÖ organisatcion’s order, you’ll do it or one day  or pe rhapstwo. Asto th£ thir(? No, ~hery can be nĞ BHg resistance under orders ~nd certainly not a hunger strike and especiall' a 324-day hunger sŞtike. This depends on the level of your consciouUnes and r esolve, and o n this alone.” Oh, doze n more questions ud hve been a skaDg. But, detoiding this s lender  young d?oman who looks brittle t }f the touch, manifestly and visibly bearing  the bodily signsof the 324-day hungerstrike, wğuld be a disrespect to her and her resistance.  I to ok my l eaM. We G said our goodbyes. She sent me on my way witha smile.
. I visited Gülmen in hospital where she said, “We won. I have no doubt about this. We won. These people in power who disregarded our rights for all these months and, not satisfied with this, held us captive in prison were harmed and lost prestige.”            The door from the corridor opened and a young woman entered the small salon resembling a waiting room in Ankara Dışkapı Hospital’s General Care section. The word “slender” does not cut it: a young woman who looks brittle to the touch. We know her. We have known her from photographs in front of the Human Rights Monument in Yüksel Street since 9 November 2016. She was slender at that time. But she did not look brittle to the touch. She kept on smiling at that time. Now she is smiling. You know her. Her name is Nuriye Gülmen.          We are speaking of that young woman who, on being dismissed from her job under a decree with the force of law, embarked on resistance and lay down, not to die but to starve, along with Semih Özakça, fated to become her friend, with a demand so terrible and unacceptable, which would lead to the collapse of the Turkish state were it to be accepted, that of “I want my job back.”     That young woman who, with the final avenue of legal recourse having been firmly closed, ended her hunger strike of 324 days and is now endeavouring to heal 324 days of bodily damage in a hospital room.          She hobbled in. Her health has crossed the critical threshold in the right direction. She no longer wears the mask covering her mouth against potential infection and shaking hands is no problem.     The greetings did not last long. I tore straight in. “You ended the hunger strike without your demands having been met. Were you defeated?”     She smiled again and replied: “Why? We won. I have no doubt about this. We won. These people in power who disregarded our rights for all these months and, not satisfied with this, held us captive in prison were harmed and lost prestige. Why would we be defeated? We most surely won.”     What can you say? She is right. They became the voice and symbol of dozens of women and men academics, teachers and workers who had been consigned to hunger under decrees with the force of law. Why would they be defeated?     My question was wrong. I moved on to another: “What are they doing to you here, in this hospital room?” They are applying a special feeding routine. And they are continuing treatment for blood readings that have reached danger point. She smiled with hope:     “I think I will get out soon. And I will stay at home for a few days. Then...”          Then what? “Then, I will for sure continue the struggle for democracy, freedom and rights. I am not one to acquiesce.”     However, the doctors have different ideas. Their orders are for no participation in demonstrations for a year, and most certainly no involvement in demonstrations where she will be arrested again. These orders are for the benefit of her severely damaged body.     Will her body permit it? Will she return to the front of the Human Rights Monument, now held hostage by the police, in Ankara’s Yüksel Street? Or will she heed the doctors’ warning?     I don’t know. But I doubt it. Her plans for the future are full of uncertainty just now. For example, she is not contemplating finishing her doctorate. However, she studied comparative literature and started her academic life in this field. She knows English and German. “Maybe,” she says, “Maybe I will make a comparative literary study about the Hitler period covering, for example, Hermann Hesse and Thomas Mann’s works. I don’t know. I don’t know yet.”          Our profession obliges us willy-nilly to act as “devil’s advocate”. I had no choice but to ask: “When you were on hunger strike, above all the AKP’s social media trolls, but not just them, spread doubt. The said and posted that you were actually secretly eating. They produced evidence that a hunger strike could not be staged for this length of time.”     She smiled once more. This young woman keeps on smiling and smiling becomes her. “This is the nonsense of those incapable of understanding those with the resolve to resist. If you are decisive about resisting and this is where your consciousness rests, your body seemingly becomes equipped with that consciousness and it resists, too. And our bodies resisted. That’s all. Vitamin B1, sugared water and herbal teas. Just that.”     OK, it was also said about you that you started and continued this resistance at the behest of an organisation. And this was said a lot. Is there any truth to this? As you will guess, she smiled again: “The prosecutor, not we, gave the answer to this. The indictment read, ‘While not engaging in any action and organisational activity that constitutes a crime ...’ Is this not enough?           It is indeed, but, like I said, this awful profession forces you to act as devil’s advocate: “So, you are saying, there was no instruction or the like from an organisation?” She smiled another broad smile to which she now added a hint of scorn: “Look, if you don’t want to and are forced to go on hunger strike under an organisation’s order, you’ll do it for one day or perhaps two. As to the third? No, there can be no resistance under orders and certainly not a hunger strike and especially a 324-day hunger strike. This depends on the level of your consciousness and resolve, and on this alone.” Oh, dozens more questions could have been asked. But, detaining this slender young woman who looks brittle to the touch, manifestly and visibly bearing the bodily signs of the 324-day hunger strike, would be a disrespect to her and her resistance. I took my leave. We said our goodbyes. She sent me on my way with a smile.