There must be at least one person in this life whom you can trust with everything. Otherwise, you will always feel alone. Most people are lonely so you're all alone. The experiences are like a second-hand version of a bargain life. Nothing you do is your own, your self, your essence. Your life is made up of what an insecure environment compels you to do.
The 'officer smile' on your face and the 'knockout kiss' on your lips remain from your pure childhood. The place you kiss gets dirty, everyone gets hurt when you laugh. If you don't have a white handkerchief with green lace around it, you can't clean anywhere.
This is how I loved Serap, in my purest form, from afar.
The story of this breathtaking, "strange" period we live in, starting in Diyarbakir, extending to Istanbul, then to Zurich and ending in Nusaybin... In spite of the dirty grins of the powerful, trembling over his dreams and mirages, even though he puts his pain inside him, lies and lies. People who mock the "oppression machine" based on violence with patience, humor, comradely solidarity and intelligence.
