YARA Yıllar Sonra Dersim

Years later, I was in Dersim... One wonders what the first person who leaves "inside" does when he leaves. I stepped on the ground. After leaving the rickety gates of the prison one by one, I headed towards the dirt area in the outer garden of the prison, under the astonished looks of my friends and relatives, the guards and the soldiers who were waiting for me in front of the prison's outer gate. I stood on the ground for minutes. While I was living in a "gray" world in iron and concrete cages for years, I was filling my soul with the smell of soil brought by the rain from afar with a sense of respect and gratitude.

The smell of the earth and the colors of the rainbow appearing on the high walls made me feel like "Life goes on". The land grew within me as a longing that always increased throughout the years of imprisonment. Years later, I was in Dersim and that's when I named this longing; Land meant Dersim for me...

Years later, I was in Dersin. The feeling that accompanied me when I first came to Dersim after many years was "There was also the need to see the present." This sentence stuck in my mind. I realized this while walking on uncertain futures for the values of justice and freedom in other and extreme dimensions of life, and also during the long years of imprisonment. While living meant a test of patience, Dersim was not just a place for me.

It didn't just mean the land of my ancestors. It wasn't just one of the most beautiful corners of the world with its nature... It wasn't 38, it was our dead, our exiles, those who were given to the families of officers to be "fed"... It wasn't our silence, our longing, our pain, our joy... Dersim was a prisoner and a silent lover. understand

While carrying everything on his tired shoulders... It was years later and Dersim had become the name of a new evolution in my path... What made me say "There is also seeing these days"... There is also seeing these days, apart from what we will see and what we will experience... While facing the destiny of an effort to "be oneself"... Cafer Solgun