I'd Be Lying If I Said I Wasn't Offended

“Other than the fact that she managed the concert program on Sundays and that she was much, much older than me, I didn’t know anything about her. If it were up now, I could go on the Internet and learn everything in two minutes, from how many olives she ate for breakfast to how much she bought the navy blue swimsuit she wore on vacation last year, but there was no Internet back then. Those were the years when we used encyclopedias as search engines. When we needed information about someone, we had no other option but to do some research in the neighborhood. Here, despite all these impossibilities, I loved Hikmet with all the possibilities of my heart.”

To those who believed in the power of the infertile in his golden days, that you could jump on a bicycle you got as a report card gift and run away from home, the little people inside the radio and that the world was a place as magical as the farthest corner of the neighborhood where you could eat sunflower seeds; still believers...

Başak Buğday, whom we met in Ihlamur Diaries, touches that old wound inside us while making us cry with laughter.

(From the Promotion Bulletin)

Editor: Burak Albayrak