From Death to Life

From Death to Life

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We all went through difficult times together. Mothers, fathers, siblings, spouses and children were outside, we were inside, we went through difficult times. What was at stake was a life 'from life to death'. For three years, dead human bodies had been carried from the prison to the morgue of the military hospital. Facts and rumors were often mixed up. During these periods, when we were not out to see each other, nothing came to the minds of those outside other than death.


Because death happened very easily, and when there was no news about one of us, a rumor, a rumor that this person might be dead, could spread rapidly among the crowds waiting at the door of the prison.
During the times of resistance, those outside the prison would wait for hours or days with curiosity and anxiety to get any news.
It was a terrible wait between the military hospital morgue and the prison.

"I missed waking up with you in the morning and sitting at the breakfast table with you. I missed spending a night reading until the morning and thus astonishing my mother who woke up to pray in the morning. I missed going in the early hours of the morning when you had just started the day and sleeping until the evening. I missed getting drunk and then seeing you in this drunkenness. I miss bursting into laughter, I miss condemning myself to listening to someone drunk for hours...
Of course, there are many more things that I long for and miss. I miss waking up to the sounds of birds on the seashore in the morning. I miss eating kadayif with cheese at a kadayif shop where I can sit in sweet exhaustion after wandering around the streets of Diyarbakir. I miss watching movies at Dilan Cinema's summer house, drinking raki at Sino, buying newspapers from Doso in Dörtyol, and talking to him about Bülent Ecevit, whom he admires, while buying them... Now I am filled with these excitements that depress me in the new year. My body is here, my heart is outside... I see myself as a guest here now. From now on, it will either be another prison or I will be free."



Number of Pages: 220

Year of Printing: 2010


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Everest Publications

First Print Year: 2010

Number of Pages: 220

Language Turkish

Publisher : Everest Publications
Number of pages : 220
ISBN : 9789752897717
The heart : Turkish
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From Death to Life We all went through difficult times together. Mothers, fathers, siblings, spouses and children were outside, we were inside, we went through difficult times. What was at stake was a life 'from life to death'. For three years, dead human bodies had been carried from the prison to the morgue of the military hospital. Facts and rumors were often mixed up. During these periods, when we did not go out to see each other, those outside could think of nothing but death. Death happened very easily, because and when there was no news about one of us, a rumor, a rumor that this person might be dead, could spread rapidly among the crowds waiting at the door of the prison. In times of resistance, those outside were at the door of the prison. They were waiting for hours, days, with curiosity and anxiety, to get any news. It was a terrible wait between the morgue of the military hospital and the prison. "I miss waking up with you in the morning and sitting at the breakfast table with you. I missed spending a night reading until the morning and surprising my mother when she got up to pray in the morning. I miss going in the early hours of the morning when you just started the day and sleeping until the evening. I miss getting drunk and then making you burst out laughing in that drunkenness. I miss condemning myself to listening to a drunken person for hours... Of course, there are many more things that I long for and miss. I miss waking up to the sounds of birds on the seashore in the morning. I miss eating kadayif with cheese at a kadayif shop where I can sit in sweet exhaustion after wandering around the streets of Diyarbakir. I miss watching movies at Dilan Cinema's summer house, drinking raki at Sino, buying newspapers from Doso in Dörtyol, and talking to him about Bülent Ecevit, whom he admires, while buying them... Now I am filled with these excitements that depress me in the new year. My body is here, my heart is outside... I see myself as a guest here now. From now on, it will either be another prison or I will be free.'' Number of Pages: 220 Year of Printing: 2010 Language: Turkish Publishing House: Everest Publications Year of First Printing: 2010 Number of Pages: 220 Language: Turkish EVEREST825
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