Bıcak kesiği – Işık Demeti

Every book is a threshold to step into. Everyone steps through this threshold with the burden on their backs, that is, their pain and joy. The doors of a different world are opened wide for us, the reader. All the characters incarnate with a different vitality, a different observation, a different sensation welcome you, welcome good news echoes, a sequence of words skillfully etched on white papers with ink among the white pages... Or wire fences in a world without limits, where nations are not imprisoned. It has been abolished in our utopia. Birds flap their wings freely, into the ice blue of the sky. Now you are a part of that world, a material and spiritual relationship develops between you and each character that the author emulates in his own world. Now you find yourself in the story or that narrative as a side character, in the mood of that writer. Again, the originals of the books we read provide us with a critical language to be informed about the people and societies that are under the pressure of mismanaged politics and political games. The standardization of languages and identities turns open rights violations and exploitation into an even more open wound, which will take dozens of years to repair.

While the first lights of the morning kiss the ground

He left the darkness on his back to the ground, slowly...
And he started walking arm in arm with the sun...