I’m having a tight and empty period where I’ve fallen for a couple of years. The days are not chasing each other anymore, and my faith in my hometown, which pushes my limits, is decreasing day by day.

I haven’t been able to enjoy my beard yet, and it’s a fight with it every day. Suddenly pushing me into this struggle.


Whoever is around me is leaving and does not play any longer to hear a happy voice on phones. In a time when everything was built upon the shouting that I could not resist and lose, a phone call came from Istanbul.

I teach a few hours a day in a high school where rich children are taught. I resist, but it doesn’t help. My beards, as if I’m getting yellowed and faded leaves on my face. The years wear me down quickly.