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<\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\nNicht nur Rosani, sondern auch Bavisan, Namitha, Arvin, Kamsika und andere Kinder wurden schwer verletzt, entweder ihre Mutter oder ihr Vater an ihrer Seite. Doch f\u00fcr Rosani waren wir (die medizinische Abteilung der LTT) alles. Die ganze Nacht hindurch murmelte sie leise: \"Mutter, Mutter, Wasser, Wasser\", und ihre Lippen wiederholten diese Worte unaufh\u00f6rlich. Ihr gebrechlicher K\u00f6rper hatte nicht mehr die Kraft, um etwas anderes zu verlangen, denn ihr rechter Arm war bandagiert, w\u00e4hrend ihr linker Arm Injektionen erhielt. Jedes Mal, wenn sie \"Mutter\" rief, schmolzen unsere Herzen dahin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wir dachten dar\u00fcber nach, was der Morgen bringen w\u00fcrde und wie wir es schaffen w\u00fcrden. Wir w\u00fcnschten uns, dass der Sonnenaufgang nie kommen w\u00fcrde, und das schwache Licht zeigte ihr am Morgen unsere unbekannten Gesichter. Rosani wachte, wie erwartet, auf und fragte nach ihrer Mutter. Nicht nur unsere Gesichter waren ihr fremd, sondern auch unsere Uniformen, denn sie war in einem vom srilankischen Milit\u00e4r kontrollierten Gebiet geboren und aufgewachsen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Da unser Krankenhaus provisorisch war und keine gr\u00f6\u00dferen Geb\u00e4ude zur Verf\u00fcgung standen, hatten wir einen Blechschuppen als Intensivstation eingerichtet. Obwohl wir uns in einem Wohngebiet befanden, waren viele Menschen aufgrund von Angriffen der srilankischen Armee vertrieben worden, und nur wenige Familien waren in der N\u00e4he geblieben.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wir hatten keine Kleidung, die Rosani anziehen konnte, also gingen wir in einigen H\u00e4usern des Dorfes auf und ab, um ein Kleid f\u00fcr sie zu finden. In der N\u00e4he gab es keine Gesch\u00e4fte; das n\u00e4chste befand sich in (S)kandapuram, das weit entfernt und wegen der st\u00e4ndigen Ankunft von Verletzten nicht erreichbar war. Ich musste Tag und Nacht arbeiten, ohne zu schlafen, denn es kamen immer wieder Verletzte. Trotz der Schmerzen meiner Wunde versuchte ich, das gefundene Hemd zu b\u00fcgeln und es ihr anzuziehen. Tr\u00e4nen flossen aus ihren sch\u00f6nen Augen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\"Ich will dieses Kleid nicht. Geh in meinen Laden und hol dir eine gemusterte Kutte\", sagte sie. Der Name des Ladens ist Mangala Fancy Store, Chavaka(r)cheri. \"Ich m\u00f6chte ein mehrlagiges Kleid, am besten in Rot.\" Sp\u00e4ter fanden wir heraus, dass Rosani die Tochter eines prominenten Gesch\u00e4ftsmannes in Chavaga(r)cheri war, der zwei Sari-L\u00e4den besa\u00df, aber in einem von der srilankischen Armee kontrollierten Gebiet lebte. Nachdem die Armee Chavaka(r)cheri verlassen hatte, blockierte sie den Zugang zur Stadt Yaalppanam und griff die Siedlungen mit Artillerie an. Rosani war eine der Verletzten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rosanis Mutter, ihr Vater und ihre \u00e4ltere Schwester starben bei dem Granatenangriff auf ihr Haus, aber sie wurde von unserem Rettungsteam aus den Tr\u00fcmmern gerettet. Die Verletzten wurden von der LTT auf dem Seeweg nach Vanni gebracht. Rosani lehnte alles ab, was wir ihr anboten. Selbst wenn wir ihr Milch in einer Flasche gaben, warf sie diese weg und verlangte nach ihrer Lieblingsflasche. Wenn ich an den Zustand dieses Kindes dachte, klopfte mein Herz. Wie arm sie doch war...! Was konnten wir sagen oder tun, um sie zu tr\u00f6sten?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aber es macht Freude, dass sie mit unserer Hilfe \u00fcberlebt hat und wieder auferstanden ist. Dr. Sathanandan besorgte innerhalb weniger Tage alle Dinge, die sie brauchte. Er war nicht allein; auch viele andere kauften, was sie brauchte, wann immer sie ausgingen, obwohl ihre Augen einen Hauch von Trauer verrieten, einen dunklen Fleck inmitten des Regenbogens, der ihren Verlust verriet. Nachdem alle anderen Patienten zur weiteren Behandlung nach Vavuniya verlegt worden waren und ihre Angeh\u00f6rigen...<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rosani wurde zum Liebling des \u00c4rzteteams und stand unter unserer Obhut und unserem Schutz. Selbst als die Tage vergingen, schrie sie nachts nach ihrer Mutter, ihrem Vater und ihrer Schwester. Wir konnten ihr nicht antworten. Es sind die stillen, feierlichen Stunden der Nacht, in denen unsere Herzen zu erweichen beginnen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An einem Tag, an dem sich ihr Zustand verbesserte und ihr Gesundheitszustand sich zu bessern begann, erhielten wir mit gro\u00dfer Freude die Nachricht von Bri. Tamilselvan Anna, dem Leiter des politischen Fl\u00fcgels von Tamileelam. Es war die Nachricht, dass Rosanis Onkel m\u00fctterlicherseits sie aus der Schweiz kontaktiert hatte und dass Rosani bald \u00fcber das IKRK in die Schweiz fliegen w\u00fcrde, wobei alle rechtlichen Verfahren eingehalten w\u00fcrden. Wir waren erleichtert, als wir von ihrer sicheren Reise in die Schweiz erfuhren.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *********<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anmerkung: Dr. Kaanavi war ein LTT-Kader der medizinischen Einheit, die auf dem Kampffeld arbeitete. Auf der Grundlage ihrer Erfahrungen hat sie auch ein Buch mit dem Titel \"Karunai Nathi\" (Der Fluss der Barmherzigkeit) geschrieben.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The entire world was captivated by the story of the child “Aya,” who miraculously survived alone in the Turkey-Syria earthquake. This child, along with the hospital environment where I currently work, brought back memories of an Eelamtamil child named Rosani, who lost her parents and was adopted by us 24 years ago. Unfortunately, there is little mention of the thousands of Eelamtamil children who are surviving as victims of genocide. The unceasing waves began moving towards Yaalppanam to reclaim the areas taken by the Sri Lankan army. We established our temporary surgery center, a makeshift hospital, in a house in the Sivanagar-Kilinochchi area. Poonakari sea area was chosen for its proximity to facilitate the rapid transfer of the injured to the rear field. The makeshift hospital, typically occupied by wounded militants, now echoed with the cries of pain from civilians injured in the army shelling. Following initial emergency treatment, a child named Rosani was brought to our makeshift hospital in Sivanagar by field medical personnel, with injuries to her hand and stomach. At just two-and-a-half years old, our medical team successfully performed the necessary abdominal and arm surgeries. The time and care spent with her afterward are indescribable. As we moved her to the intensive care unit, typically occupied by wounded freedom fighters (LTT), it was now filled with injured children, elderly, and women. Not only Rosani but also Bavisan, Namitha, Arvin, Kamsika, and other children were seriously injured, either their mother or father by their side. However, for Rosani, we were everything (the Medical Department of the LTT). Throughout the night, she would softly murmur, “Mother, mother, water, water,” her lips repeating these words incessantly. Her frail body lacked the strength to ask for anything else, her right arm being bandaged while her left arm received injections. Each time she called out “Mother,” our hearts melted. We contemplated what the morning would bring and how we would manage. Wishing that the sunrise would never come, the dim light revealed our unfamiliar faces to her in the morning. Rosani, as expected, woke up and asked for her mother. Not only were our faces unfamiliar, but our uniforms were also new to her, as she had been born and raised in a Sri Lankan military-controlled area. Since our hospital was temporary, lacking major building facilities, we had set up a tin shed as an ICU. Despite being in a residential area, many people had been displaced due to attacks by the Sri Lankan Army, with only a few families remaining nearby. We didn’t have any clothes for Rosani to change into, so we went up and down to some houses in the village to find her a frock. There were no shops nearby; the nearest one was in (S)kandapuram, which was far away and not accessible due to the continuous arrival of injured individuals. I had to work day and night without sleep as the injured kept coming. Despite the pain from my wound, I tried to iron the shirt I found and put it on her. Tears flowed from her beautiful eyes. “I don’t want this frock. Go to my store and get a patterned frock,” she said. The name of the store is Mangala Fancy Store, Chavaka(r)cheri. “I want a layered frock, red color is the best.” Later, we discovered that Rosani was the daughter of a prominent businessman in Chavaga(r)cheri, who owned two saree shops.but they were living in a Sri Lankan army-controlled area. After the army left chavaka(r)cheri, they blocked access to Yaalppanam city and launched artillery attacks on settlements. Rosani was one of the injured. Rosani’s mother, father, and elder sister died in the shell attack on their house, but she was rescued from the rubble by our rescue team. The injured people were brought to Vanni by sea by the LTT. Rosani refused everything we offered her. Even if we gave her milk in a bottle, she would throw it away, asking for her favourite bottle. Thinking about the condition of this child, my heart pounded. How poor she was..! What could we say or do to comfort her..?! But it brings joy that she has survived and risen again with our help. Dr. Sathanandan quickly acquired all the things she needed within a few days. He wasn’t alone; many others also bought whatever she asked for whenever they went out, though her eyes betrayed a hint of sorrow, a dark streak amidst the rainbow, revealing her loss. After all the other patients were transferred to Vavuniya for further treatment and their relatives… Rosani became the darling of the medical team, under our care and protection. Even as the days passed, she would cry out at night, calling for her mother, father, and sister. We couldn’t answer. It’s the silent, solemn hours of the night when our hearts begin to soften. On a day when her condition improved and her health began to change…We were elated to receive news from Bri. Tamilselvan Anna, the head of the political wing of Tamileelam. It was the news that Rosani’s maternal uncle had contacted them from Switzerland and that Rosani would soon fly to Switzerland through the ICRC, following all legal procedures. We were relieved to hear of her safe journey to Switzerland. ********* Note: Dr.Kaanavi was a LTT cadre of the medical unit working in the battlefield. 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