That's the question, isn't it? Sadness upon sadness.
I have no words
Yes. It is hard to find words. The longer I am following Turkish politics, and I have been doing so for the past 45 and even more intensely for the past twelve years, the less words do I have. (Although I do have many in my mind.)
I have, or I suppose had, a close Kurdish friend heavily involved in these things (so heavily involved it explains why we have lost touch, indeed he may not even still be alive). His words on Kurdistan and his links with the PKK and other groups (often at each other's throats as well as those of their enemies) and the mutual horrors that (it seemed to me) seemingly rational and seemingly generally fine people could inflict upon others were a major influence in my abandonment of hope with regard to many human affairs. It is a mess. I give up and wait for time to release me from having to think of it all. I try to look after my own "garden"
It could drive one to despair, couldn't it, dear Andrew. At least, fighting windmills, colons and (right) parenthesises seem to be easier quests than fighting cruel stupidity and stupid cruelty.