beginning of the article:

When Gülbahar arrived in Istanbul, she did not even have a slice of bread to spare. The day she went to pick her children up after work in the ‘field’ of Taksim will always remain with her. The children of Kırmançes were selling bottled water and police were taken them into custody. The children were scared and hugging each other.

Ece Temelkuran
ISTANBUL - Milliyet

It is strange … no one remembers it in the following days. However, on that day, every one of them took pain to keep all the details in mind; details that make no sense when heard at first. What Berivan recalls is neither their village burned to ashes, nor İstiklal Avenue, which she learned thoroughly on the days she was selling Kleenexes nor her resistance to eat in the Juvenile Delinquency Center when police caught her in the act.

She is 13 now and still remembers the day she had to leave the village of Dereca while attending 5th grade. Her mother Gülbahar, who failed to learn Turkish, says in Kurdish that they had to leave in a rush:

I found the article rather difficult to read - because of the translation from Turkish to English? Maybe...In any case the story is clear about the poverty...very interesting in terms of an article but sad on a human level. Also the prejudices and definite biases based on race is evident. Too bad it wasn't clearer or well written...

yeap, it's for sure translated - or written in English by a Turk...