Pobunjenici i PKK postigli dogovor za borbu protiv Asada, na slici pregovori sa sve Odzalanovom slikom u pozadini. Kako ce na ovo reagovati Turska?
Izgleda da su pobunjenici ipak pretrpeli velike gubitke u Alepu, pri napadu na policisku bazu gde je i policiska skola.
http://www.independent.ie/breaking-news ... 45995.html
I normalno tu su raznorazni profiteri i male provatne drzave od dva gradska bloka. Covek sakupio grupu boraca i proglasio "drzavu Abu Ali Sulabija" i bori se i protiv pobunjenika i protiv vlasti Asada.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2012/de ... intcmp=239
Meni ovo lici na Mad Max moment
, vredi procitati.
Inace optuzuju gradjane alepa da su sami krivi jer nisu podrzavali revoluciju iz pocetka
The two fighters wait in the staircase watching the street and urging the people to move quickly. "I know they hate us," one says.
"They blame us for the destruction. Maybe they are right, but had the people of Aleppo supported the revolution from the beginning this wouldn't have happened."
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The man stands among the blackened, shell-shattered buildings, and reaches up to encompass them in a broad sweep of his wiry arms. "This," he proclaims, "is the state of Abu Ali Sulaibi."
The ruined corner of downtown Aleppo does not, of course, constitute a state and nor does it belong to the man claiming it in his name. But as the Syrian civil war has stagnated and Aleppo has fractured into "liberated" neighbourhoods run by different militias, Abu Ali and commanders like him have become the rulers of a series of mini-fiefdoms. These two blocks of the rebel frontline in Saif al-Dawla are his.
Fifty metres from Abu Ali's sector, across the Saif al-Dawla Boulevard, a similar array of shattered buildings is occupied by government troops. They are close enough that during lulls in the shooting they can continue the conflict by shouting abuse.
On this morning, six civilians stand sheepishly in front of him: a man in his 50s and his teenage son; a lanky man in a coat that is too big for him; a young engineer in rimless glasses and a bald man with his sister, who wears a black hijab. The civilians stay at a distance out of respect or fearing his unchecked anger.
"What do you want?"
"We want to collect some of our stuff, Abu Ali," the older man says.
"Not today. Come back on Saturday."
"But you told us to come on Wednesday."
"I changed my mind. You should know that this is the state of Abu Ali Sulaibi." He roars out his catchphrase as much for the benefit of his men as the civilians.
After dinner he becomes reflective: "I mix everything. Filth with honesty. Street language with religion. I have mixed all the revolutions in me. I am the Bolshevik revolution, the French revolution. I am the modern Guevara.
"Do you know, I am so special. My wife hates it when I say this, but I have had angels fight with me. Many times. In battle, I can feel myself flying," he says. "Flying above the ground."
