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The sound of my heartbeat grew louder with every moment. From the window of my home, I watched as they used a device to locate crowded buildings and send the coordinates. Minutes later, missiles were fired at us. The noise of explosions and the smell of smoke filled the air. Maybe those missiles wer... Read all
Last night, I dreamed I had died. I found myself in an endless meadow, where as far as the eye could see, there were only green grass and shrubs. The sky was completely cloudy, filled with gray and bluish clouds that seemed like rain was about to start any moment. I felt a strange and heavy sadness.... Read all
“Don’t take pictures.” “Okay.” “I said don’t take pictures.” “Why?” “I look bad in photos.” “That makes sense. Cameras just can’t capture your beauty; they break and produce bad pictures.” >From where I’m standing, nobody’s coming up from either side of the bridge. Tonight, at this hour, the b... Read all
Another week of multi-day family trips. This time, everyone agreed on Arasbaran. As soon as we arrive, the tents go up. From a distance, your red coat catches my eye. I had heard your name before. I knew you existed. But in our first meeting, I didn’t expect to feel such closeness and familiarity. I... Read all
It’s night, with a cool breeze from summer evenings. You’re sitting on my knees on the balcony. Your eyes are closed. In the silence of the night, your breaths have become rhythmic. I run my hand over your freckles. You take a deep breath. You ask, “Was it worth it?”I say, “It was.” Cool is the... Read all
It was past midnight. He opened the door and stepped into the house. Snow clung to his shoulders. He turned on the lights and stared at the room for a moment. He hung his coat on the rack. He stretched out on the couch, turned his head, and gazed out the window. Through the falling snow, the street ... Read all
9 PM on a snowy night, starting the walk from the beginning of Shahnaz Street, reaching Cafe Jazou, and the violin album Cafe De Beyoğlu plays. I’m sure Tarlan Gazanferoğlu, may he rest in peace, knew that one day we would listen to this album. That’s why he played it with so much love. The Jazou ki... Read all