Mesele esir düşmekte değil

I stand in the advancing light, my hands hungry, the world beautiful. My eyes can’t get enough of the trees — they’re so hopeful, so green. A sunny road runs through the mulberries, I’m at the window of the prison infirmary. I can’t smell the medicines — carnations must be blooming nearby. It’s this way:Continue reading “Mesele esir düşmekte değil”