The root of the violence that surrounds us in life, it interests me Diyarbakır Prison. His father and the other in hell that the Kurds consider the barbarity of the game for my dad always comes to my mind.
Where our house, how they had come, who had brought, I do not remember. Children in our hearts, all over, off the upset homeland. Before long, the nation, not that famous work of nervousness, a member of our family was. My mom was like my father's sixth child.
The partridge, from my father's lap in that.
He places the hand, he was included in the hands. My father used to rest in the directory. Which we compete for the love of children, my father's fondness of the game would not have a grudge, too, I would lie. He was loyal to my father is incredible. When no father at home, it did not rise from the mat board on the back of the stove. Anyone sitting there. Who would sit down with Bill regret.
Tiny object, a presence that was so dominant. Maybe he did not need to put is name. "Kewa Babo" (father of Keklik) have also just.
Then, one night my father taken away from us, and partridge, and there, "Five No.lu" or were taken. Late Felât (Cemiloğlu) as Uncle friends of expression has yet Diyarbakir Prison "How the hell is an understanding. We also know a single word of Turkish but with tears that can talk to my dad my grandma, my brother saw that place ... this country's future hostage area home for the old dragon ... That right there able to come, eyes, we know that our father lived bakış also has yet to understand ... But my father did not break our silence we Diyarbakir.
So far what we could ask what they did there, my dear father, nor could he tell us.
Partridge, the father waited with us. Days that did not rise from the cushions. Without eating, and was cut before. Her door was towards the door with the hope of playing like us. Did not see my father, instead of backs turned. Then lost hope. Probably would not have my father back. Has vanished. I know everyone would know, gezer out, was back home, everyone has disappeared you will search, find home would bring. Departure came so heavy that we almost forget the pain of my father, and we chase the trophy. We have search for days. A few days later found gardropta resentful of partridge. We've brought my father sat in cushions.
Keklik my dad was diagnosed. Kill anybody, and nobody killed my father.
Ants do not hurt you, father like partridge. He does not balk at the game, everyone with their own name, you will live in peace with the color of confidence and a fall in advance of the world / man is always thinking. Keklik knew.
Without the in-cut to the "Kewa Babo" lost a second time, the neighbors and their children brought a cat rescued from the jaws. Was wounded.
Not having more. My father's pickup, the father of my child's broken arm-wing and went to add pain to pain.
Search the years passed. My father in prison - with a nightmare - we came back. But I did not get home any animal. Ta ki, my sister came out with Ronan part sugar until one day he.
Name Linda'ydı.
Stolen from the face of the door with excitement and joy would come in with. One desire among people, like the one where Linda was to be of ". Sweetness and amiability of the Hakkari hell was freshen our drink. We all loved him too. I see him surrounded with violence, the world would be like outside. Akşam come home first, we ask that you Linda'nın day. Ronan between to receive and take him to Ankara, the phone give us the date of Linda, was the family's entertainment.
Unlike the game of go and leave us, we have sent Linda'yı.
Decision of sleep is divided with a midnight canhıraş was moaning. Look out, we seek refuge in a corner of the garden's dark and twisted in pain was a dog. Foot was broken, could not push the pain from the place. Yara had beret. People were moaning and crying for ashamed of humanity. To fear and how many were tired of.
We happened on stacking. Broken leg and tied medicines, water and food have put in front. Insanlara had confidence. Was an attempt to escape when attached to our eyes. The next morning there was no place. Children were shocked when we shouted down by: He is trying to escape the dog, is chasing a group of her children, was stone.
They were brutally painful.
That day that poor dog saved, but he came to the start of the day Linda us of "get the possibility could not afford. That's why part of the sugar black girl, our wounded hearts (en çok da Ronan" s), Ankara ", or have sent into exile. Miss." Do the right thing if I did? "we asked. But recently our neighbor Ismail", comes in small rabbit saw the beginning of that decision was less than repentant.
The rabbit had escaped from home, a car that was stored under. The children flock to the neighborhood was beginning.
Swelling in the hands of children, one had a stick. Others were jeering. Small children, with swelling, stick with the helpless, the hit-and injured animals were suspended. Skewer, poke a stick, the stone was. Like rabbits revealed them, how can, try to show how much pain were locked.
I was running to escape them, twisted in pain after the rabbit has vanished.
Ismail'le hayvancağız look for - Is it still was crying. Hurt me with the most children to have fun when it hurts, was a pleasure. Pending against the officers home guards under military perspective, was lynch like rabbit.
People in the animals on the day of the lynch mob was not to talk about may seem like busy in vain. But this way, prone to lynch the new generations to bear. What game of Hakkari ", and what Lindalar Ankara" that what we are going to find peace anywhere in this country. Do not hurt animals, people will hurt you?
That's why, I think this war is the biggest zaiyatı children's innocence.
Diyarbakir Prison "ndeki hellhound spirit of the account to ask to ask, deafness and silence with the violent thirty years later, the community spread, most valuable of assets of our offspring spirit take over if it was. Maya strongly plasticity that all this violence and breathing growing children's mercy lack of growth, otherwise they all criminals .
The root of the violence that surrounds us in life, it interests me Diyarbakır Prison.
His father and the other in hell that the Kurds consider the barbarity of the game for my dad always comes to my mind. At that time, the cat's paw of the game-saving than the children of our neighborhoods do a miss.
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