Russia,
Albania, Afghanistan, Iraq, Macedonia, Serbia… In this temporary refugee camp,
people from different countries came together. Except those came from Russia,
all of them came through Turkey. I wonder what happened to our law of visa and
immigration… Turned into a law of stopping by?
Everyone
knows a couple of Turkish words.
Syrians
really love our president. Some talk about a bag of coal, some talk about a box
of food. They also talk about how they left Turkey with a boat, hungry for 5
days. I don’t know why but they pray God for mercy for him.
They always
ask and talk about a special topic: Turkish TV dramas, actors, actresses, and
singers. I barely and recently understand how Polat Alemdaroğlu and İbrahim
Tatlıses helped our country’s introduction.
An Iraqi
young sings the same song whenever he sees me as a salute. The Emperor İbrahim
Tatlıses’s touching song…
I’m
fatherless, I’m fatherless, I’m fatherless vaay.
I’m
motherless, I’m motherless, I’m fatherless vaay.
If you are
riding the horse of sorrow,
Go slowly go
slowly I’m fatherless vaay.
Don’t cry
don’t cry, come don’t cry.
Days will
pass days will pass and this will end,
Open your
eyes open your eyes vaay…
Here is the original song.
…and I talk
about Tuğba in my first refugee office interview. Tuğba, we forgot as our pain
gets layered day by day… My dear friend
lost her mind because of the torture she had faced in prison and the apprehension
of her children. If they have taken me, my situation would be the same with
her. I imagine with fear and say ‘my children would be orphans’ and my friend’s
situation gives me the real image…
I walk
through the night with orphan children’s cries…
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