WHERE THE CAVE DWELLERS ONCE LIVED.

Cradling a baby goat in his arms, my driver, Mourad, crouched next to me on the bank of the mighty Tigris River. All around us in the shade of centuries-old trees, young girls in colourful dresses and old men with weather-beaten faces tended to their flocks of sheep and goats. Some animals strayed into the shallow waters, followed by splashing girls who made sure none of
their charges, particularly the babies, came to any harm. With Mourad translating, I expressed my wish to milk a sheep, which made the children giggle out loud.

We were in the town of Hasankeyf in the Batman province of southeast Turkey, not far from the border with Syria and, further down, Iraq. Today mainly populated by Kurds, many archaeologists consider Hasankeyf one of the world’s oldest continuously populated settlements, inhabited by nine civilisations over some 10,000 years – including Neo-Assyrian, Roman, Persian, Byzantine and Ottoman. One of its most important legacies was the period of the Artukid and Ayyubid kings in the 12thand 13th Centuries, when the city was an important trading post along the Silk Road. During this period, many tombs, palaces and mosques were built – including the remarkable 12th-century Great Palace and the famous Tigris Bridge – contributing to the more than 300 historical monuments that grace Hasankeyf today.
Equally outstanding are the thousands of human-made caves that have been built along the river and in the limestone cliffs above, much like better-known Cappadocia. For generations, the caves have been inhabited by the same families, who make a living from agriculture, fruit trees, sheep and goats.

These remarkable treasures are not without threat, though. By the end of 2015, the massive 135m-high and 1,820m-wide llisu Dam – one of the world’s most controversial water reservoir projects – is projected to force many of Hasankeyf’s sites under water, including the Great Palace and the caves. An estimated 25,000 to 70,000 cave dwellers will be relocated to either the newly created settlement of New Hasankeyf, approximately 2km north, or to New Ilisu, some 100km to the south.
According to the governor of Batman province, Temel Ayca, there are plans to create an archaeological park by relocating some of the monuments to higher ground. The ones that cannot be moved will become an underwater diving park. Yet even with these plans, many historians, scientists and archaeologists are concerned that another Troy or Mycenae may remain lost forever since much of the area has yet to be excavated.

Back in the company of the cave dwellers – after the laughter at my fruitless attempt at milking a sheep had died down – the conversation quickly turned to the dam. With typical Turkish hospitality, a family of five shepherds had invited Mourad and I over for tea and something to eat.
We piled into the shepherds’ ramshackle truck and crossed the shallow river to the family’s home – “cave” hardly did the dwelling justice. Two storeys high, spacious, beautifully decorated, with running water, electricity and even a glass pane window, the cave was a place I might have moved into. Thick carpets lined with plush cushions covered the living room floor.
As honoured guests, we were invited to sit down and partake in a breakfast so ample, it left me full until evening. Dish after dish appeared: fried eggs, goat’s cheese, fresh bread, olives, tomatoes, butter, cucumbers, meatballs, sweets and gözleme (paper thin pancakes filled with cheese or honey and nuts). Politeness demanded we have at least one of each.

Other family members came in and sat with us, including the brother, Hassan, and the patriarch, Sabri Bey.
“See,” Bey said, gesturing to his surroundings, “My family has lived in this home for five generations. We are happy here. We live off our land and our sheep and goats. And now, all this is going to disappear underwater and we are forced to relocate to a place where we don’t want to be.”
“And for what? Electricity, they say.” Bey shook his head in disbelief. “We have electricity!” he shouted. As if to prove his point, he hit a light switch several times.
“We get compensation, but it’s far too little to buy one of the horrible new homes they are already building over there,” Hassan added, gesturing in the direction of the river and the newly constructed support bridge. “We can’t move elsewhere either, this is our home, our tradition, our river. I don’t know what will happen and how we will adjust.”

Hassan turned even more serious and looked at me with troubled eyes. “You know, what is the worst of it?” he asked, raising his hands. “Because there is so little work and money is tight, I even took a job to help with construction of the dam! These,” he said, shaking his hands, “have helped to bring about our own misery.”
After our meal, we returned with the shepherds to their grazing spot for a final look at the centuries-old site.

In many ways, the llisu Dam is just the last in a long line of events that have affected this ancient town. Wars, earthquakes, conquests – glory and decline – all has been survived by the monuments that stand today and the people who live around them. Sevi, one of the young girls at the river, had a thought about how they will survive again.