Promise Me

A balcony, very hot in summer, very cold in winter, "seasonal balcony" :)

Little "Yeze*" spent almost his entire life there, well...if he started when he was 3...let's say until he was 12...every day was a different adventure, a discovery, of course he was big for that time, after the age of 12, maybe 13, maybe 14, less for some, more for some...everyone has experienced a foreign land in some way, at least in the time period I lived, foreign land...where is it, foreign land is the outside of the balcony, the balcony is me, the outside of the balcony is us, the outside of the balcony is the outside, that's "foreign land"... the place to go and reach before you die, the eighth wonder of the world, although the wonders may have increased in name and form after the seventh :)...

T his time is not a time, this thing, how can I explain it, something that is not realized, only experienced, a paradise, not pudding, but pure milk...

O n that balcony, people lived, tents were set up, house games were played, people went to the side balconies, almost shit on the neighbors' balconies, people went down to the roofs at the bottom of this balcony, all the neighbors' throws were collected, if they were stored, maybe they would be a big subject for archaeologists!! Since the food bought in abundance during the holidays was stored on this balcony, abundance would come to my tent world during these times, so many other things... I won't even mention the front balcony, that was the other place between us and the foreign land, so many loves lived, so many surprising people!! appeared there, who knows...

E ven the back balcony didn't just sit there, one day, right in front of the eyes of the huge mountain that was the limit of my horizon, a crow took a newborn kitten and took it to a roof, I understood even at that young age that it was bad! Something was wrong, no one told me, my heart tightened, I understood, the silhouette of my first journey abroad suddenly came into being, as if it showed itself somehow, I could forget this too, I would cry, I would understand, maybe it would pass... However, after this, people also started not to sit still, everything that seemed so out of context, timeless, and so on suddenly started to take on flesh and blood, when I think about it now, it wasn't that great back then either, in fact, when I think about it with my current mind, it was quite miserable, but it was mine...

A nyway, this crow ate this cat..goal.1, then Fatma Girik..in the lead role..I think..her baby was taken by an eagle in the village..while she was working...what's more and more funny is that an animal-loving, ball of energy daughter of an acquaintance of ours also said she would pet a cute kitten and killed it with pleasure!!...this is how the simulations of the journey abroad started in short...

A fterwards, their realities - good or bad - beautiful or ugly - ... were sought in all kinds of "parallel universes", their absence was seen, on my way back to my balcony they were shouting after me, you can't leave like this, you will come again, this time you will get bored and come, we met once, in order for you to forget us you either have to destroy us or yourself, silence us... I set out towards the balcony... although that place was also completely destroyed due to the earthquake, I mean it is gone now, well at least I know where it is, this time... the crows won't come anyway, even if they do I know what to do for him :)