Human, You Are

Ankara citadel with all its sincere essence from Emre Bostancı's lens.

  • 14.11.2016
  • Emre Bostancı

“Knocking your door,

All I want is to have your support

In order not to let any children be murdered

But let them grow up with eating candy.”

Nazım Hikmet

I will start my sentence with ‘when I was a little kid’ but it does not make any sense because kids are little anyway. Also in which terms we call little for kids, they can imagine what is unimaginable. In any manner, I am a "big" boy and sitting in front of an old adobe house. I am wearing an old and oversize sweater which belongs to my brother, and I have dreams that will not happen... For instance, mountains behind the village were used to be dinosaurs and they will arise from death when the right time comes; like I said children can imagine what is unimaginable. Other kids are playing football in a lane, beyond them you can smell of freshly-baked bread.. I am standing in front of the door mother, do not worry I will not go far from home!.. Do not worry mother, your son will always stand in front of this house. I have never gone so far from home, having knelt down beside the door, lonely and even sometimes felt left out, but I knew the door would hold me whenever I feel like I am falling. Please mother, give me a slice of a bread with jam in a picnic basket. No mether, I am standing beside the door, do not worry I will not go far from home.

“Ankara Citadel” by Emre Bostancı // CC BY

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