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PREFACE Hello, my precious readers. Those of you who follow me closely know that I have a very exciting personality. For example, I share the title of a book that I decided to write but didn't write. Because a writer has actually written a book in his mind at that moment when he decided to write it. This writing adventure takes shape sometimes months and sometimes years after the decision-making phase. Then it comes before you. But it has a past. I am proud to be one of the dozens of writers who can fill hundreds of pages under a title. I continued my journey that I started with my book First My Father Then Çinçin Died with SERSEM. The book you are currently holding in your hands and 'THE ...
The first days of October. The sun rising over the brown-tiled houses that looked like they had been stacked on top of each other and then toppled over, was like a lethargic servant waking people up reluctantly for a new day. as if. The sunlight touching the roofs of the houses now reveals all the flaws. The day is afraid of the night, and the night is afraid of the day; because it does not last long and they constantly reveal each other's secrets... These days, Çinçin is almost non-existent. Not as a piece of land, of course; but with the people who lived there leaving it, leaving it abandoned. What a huge pile of rubble is left now. The remaining large area is almost skyscraper-style housing estates as far as the eye can see… Despite such a large construction site, there is no sign of life. My heart truly aches. Would you like to hear from me about this neighborhood where thousands of people live but there is no sound? 'Çinçin' and 'silence' are words from two different worlds that cannot come together! So let's start from the beginning…
I breathed into the lost and gone lives. I resurrected them with my pen. I wrote the story of the owners of the pain. Maybe I made them suffer by making them read it sometimes, but it was necessary. Although Çinçin seems difficult from the outside, thousands of people came together If life is a gift given to people, then that is the most beautiful and right place to be to receive this gift, I wanted to show this. I wanted to express their passion for each other like a nuclear family. I wanted everyone to embrace our pain. At least to show that we don't have an easy life and at least to tell that our life isn't that bad... I made them cry, I made them sad, I made them happy, I made them long. I kneaded the emotions in my own way. And in this Çinçin tale PREFACE Machine Translated by Google Ahmet Suat Duzgun I produced my dough. I made a big loaf of bread from it. I turned the stove on I prepared it, made the dough, baked the bread. My expectation from you is; not to leave your pains, sorrows, sadnesses, joys unattended. I wish you a pleasant reading, hoping that you will take a bite of the bread I made
PREFACE Neither our old nest, our shanty house, nor the piece of the picture I drew in the cellar is left. Years take everything away from a person. This is me, who engraved a memory inside me. It is something that neither years nor anything else can remove. As you grow, your memories grow with you, take shape, become more valuable as you grow, and in the end you cannot hold it in your hand. While you think it is just a simple scribble, it becomes the center of your life, in the middle of your chest, everything valuable is deep inside you. Love is a deep pain that no one can name. There are those that are lost in silence as much as those that are written and drawn. The socks I always pull up...
1983 YILINDA YAŞANMIŞ BİR OLAYDIR. Gecekondu kültürü ile yaşamış insanların yaşadığı zorluklar ve dönemin acı olayları konu edilirken bir çocuğun bakış açısıyla olaylar anlatılır. Tarihe not düşülen enteresan olaylara enteresan bir bakış açısıyla bakılır. Çocukların ve yetişkinlerin nasıl bir ruh halinde olduklarını ve o dönemin detaylarını bu kitapta görebilirsiniz. Her türlü konuya hakim bu kitaptan büyük zevk alacaksınız. Keyifli okumalar diliyor kıymetli yorumlarınızı mutlaka bekliyorum.
Sarı saçlarını omzundan geriye doğru savurdu İris, akşam güneşinin yıkadığı tepede. Soğuk mezar taşına oturup, derenin küçük kıpırtılarını seyretmeye başladı. " Nasıl da benzeşir yüreğimin çırpıntılarına "dedi sessizce. Taktığı o büyük güneş gözlüğü, içinden taşıp çağlayan pişmanlık gözyaşlarına perde oluyordu adeta.Ellerini silecek niyetine kullansa da, bir türlü sonu gelmiyordu gözyaşı yağmurunun. İki saat kıpırdamadan oturduğu kara mermerden, on yıl öncesine, Aşan 'ın kollarında olduğu ana kaydı zihni birden. Yayınevi: Cinius Yayınları
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