An oppressive heat hangs over the Makhmur refugee camp in northern Iraq. A light sandstorm has darkened the sky and emptied the narrow streets. A tall young Kurdish woman with gaunt facial features, who calls herself Kewzer, is sitting in the cool interior of a mud hut. A dignified man wearing Turkish trousers and a black-and-white headscarf is sitting next to her. The two are watching a satellite television program from their old homeland. It is a Turkish program.
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