Black Diamond

It remembers some people of a never-ending journey to the emptiness and evokes to achieve the enlightenment for others. Once upon a time, this black craft was called as mining and this city as the capital of labor in Turkey's western Black Sea shores.

  • 14.11.2016
  • Ogün Aygün

 

“On a sunny day

We will see Black Sea as deep blue,

From Balkaya to Karpuz.

We know every inch of this city;

The flower gardens of EKI,

With its wagons carrying coal to the dock;

With its sallow people

Who take to the the roads at rush hours.

The stream of Zonguldak is flowing black waters,

It is coal black but not black sheep

It is the way to earn one’s keep”

(Orhan Veli, 1946 )

 

It remembers some people of a never-ending journey to the emptiness and evokes to achieve the enlightenment for others. Once upon a time, this black craft was called as “mining”, which could be conceptualized although it was difficult. Mining, which is the leading of the labor-intensive sectors all around the world, reminds of Western Black Sea and the worth of human labor also remembers Zonguldak. Zonguldak is the city of the veteran people but not long-suffering ones.

Zonguldak is one of the first cities in the history of the Republic. The city, which turns the wheels with manpower, has initially given the strength to itself and then the whole country especially along with the first years of the Republic. It sticks as “The Capital of Labor” in some people and as “Two-Storey City” in other ones. In this Black Diamond Land where Orhan Veli also visited, traces maintaining their freshness and being deployed at several points of the city actually stand out like the signature of this black craft.

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