“I'm a grown-up Balkan man, and I love Kurdish women. I harass them sometimes. Nobody cares—they even think it's funny.
Whoops, I mean: I’m a Balkan man in my 40s, very lonely, and I confuse Kurdish women with my Balkan aunt to harass them.
Kurdish people don’t exist.
They do exist, but only for my pleasure. They are in my army now.
I’m better than Abdullah Öcalan—he doesn’t know anything about women’s rights. Also, Apo is still in prison, so I, the Balkan man, am taking care of KURDISH women.
The incredible part? I look Kurdish myself. With all the similarities I possess, nobody ever suspects a thing. Nobody will ever know I’m from the Balkans.”