After Traveling Parallel to the Ground for a Period

"Something was offered to me, a gift, a fruit. But I could not taste that fruit, the world felt like a plum in the palm of my hand. Now I am sleepless, barefoot, busy with myself. In front of my door I'm collecting empty cheese tins and rainwater. I say to myself, an artist is a person who cannot gain experience, he is a person who has no experience in this world, but now you scratch it out, tear it up, because it didn't happen, it's useless." People around a suicide... Getting closer to each other because of that girl's suicide... Diving into themselves and the past... Tending to other loved ones with the pain of losing her... How important are the clumsiness of love, the neglect of love; How the care and repair of your inspiration-friend saves lives... From Baris Biçakçi, gentle literature again. "I can say that Barış Biçakçi's serene, unpretentious stories, powered by his silence, are among the most beautiful stories I have read recently. If what he tells doesn't seem important, but it seems like it is ordinary with his style and language, you need to carefully review your reading habits." Semih Gümüs



Number of Pages: 136

Print Year: 2008


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Iletisim Yayincilik

Number of Pages: 136

First Print Year: 2008

Language: Turkish