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Before presenting products for sale, the Kazova workers at-
tached a label to them saying, “This is a product of the Kazova re-
sistance”. The label explains what the workers have experienced
since the first days. “When we saw other friends resisting we low-
ered our heads. We went down other roads. We did not see, we
were blind. Sometimes now our brothers look at us but do not see

us. We shout out but sometimes it is as though we are behind
glass. We are looking at you,” it reads.

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Politika, 26 September 2013 – What Is A Factory Without
A Boss Like?

Pinar Ogunc

Two old machines remained, there is ruin everywhere and yet
they are stubbornly continuing to produce sweaters. The Kazova
workers, who have been left outside with what is owed to them,
have done something not done before. We are in the factory in
Bomonti…

We are in a factory. This place is both dead and at the same
time there is no place livelier. What does it mean when the work-

ers in a factory engage in production for themselves?

From the changing neighbourhoods of Istanbul, Bomonti is
one where you see multi-coloured strips of cloth hung out on the
pavements of its back streets. But every year less and less. Not a
nose job for a neighbourhood in an urban sense, more like a facial
transplant – that is the case with Bomonti. While tower-like build-
ings rise higher in the area, the inhabitants of the dumpy-looking

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