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I was going to be born in this village among the mountains in the south-west of Lagman province.

Like almost every mountain, near large rocks and rushing waters to meet big waters, hearing their voices.

The Great Lagman Water, far below, is calling out to us with its great scale from the moment we are born. This is why we can easily go towards the edge of cliffs as soon as we start crawling. We cried as the mothers rushed to us and took us inside.

Endless, narrow and sharp valleys, cliffs lined with steel-like rocks hanging over them, this is our nature.

The Nile valley spreads its vapors and flows its water as wide as it can. As you approach the city, the mouth of the water widens. And it reaches the sea by going out and widening further. At the end of a race of thousands of miles, the boiling of African water with salt water is heard like a scream that can only be heard by those who know how to look around with historical attention. Other than that, everything is considered a hodgepodge of warm, intricate relationships that people create and spread: Children are born, people are scolded, birds stand unconscious on the eaves, the entrances to the squares are blocked, the streets are crushed under the crowd of people...



Number of Pages: 336

Year of Printing: 2011


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Beyan Publishing

First Publication Year: 2011

Number of Pages: 336

Language: Turkish