Last night I dreamed that fear had ended
"But if we didn't have any hope of achieving something, could we endure living in such a ruined world? How could we bear so much suffering?"
I arrived in Katowice yesterday by bus from Krakow.
This city didn't do me any good.
How dark, how gloomy.
I look at the photos on the hotel walls, and my mood darkens.
Photos of old buildings, street photos, black and white,
desolate, post-war photos...
Why is it like this?
Is it so that we too can feel the pain of the past?...
Melancholy, pessimism seems to have hit rock bottom in Katowice.
I take refuge in a bar.
The bartender opens Coca-Cola bottles with a loud popping sound,
he enjoys this spectacle...
Everyone is different in this world.
Everyone has a different way of making themselves important...
I think about my homeland.
It turns out that TRT banned 208 songs, 142 of which were in Turkish and 66 in Kurdish.
And a deputy prime minister is issuing a fatwa saying,
“Other television channels should behave like this.”
No matter which window I look through to see Turkey, I see the death dances of the specters playing around.
I see a deepening “civil coup” environment and “state terror” spreading slowly.
The powers of the Parliament are being usurped.
The state is increasingly being taken outside the law.
The judiciary and the media are being turned into institutions of subservience.
We are rapidly moving towards a social order where uniformity and uniformity prevail.
Different, critical voices are being crushed under the guise of terrorist propaganda,
coup plotting, and espionage.
Dissent is being punished.
The opposition is being intimidated.
The doors of courts and prisons are full.
To eliminate difference, dissent, and opposition,
underground gangs are being organized. “Assassination teams” are being discussed.
To stop Erdoğan, we must form a "democracy bloc"
A dark wave of fear is rising higher and higher.
This Turkey frightens me!
This is not the Turkey I want to see.
To stop Erdoğan,
to walk the paths leading to democracy,
the opposition must shed its prejudices
and open dialogue channels among themselves as soon as possible,
and form a "democracy bloc," I say.
There is no other way, a democracy bloc,
a democracy front...
Opposition leaders are not blind to this reality.
But seeing this reality is one thing, acting upon this reality is another...
I cannot be optimistic.
What a beautiful poem, it says, "In my dream I saw that fear had ended."
Last night in my dream I saw that fear had ended;
men and women came together again
and everything was silent in the pale moonlight.
The triumphant song of such patience laughs,
they laugh at me and the days,
draw over me that vast cover of the earth,,
with grasses, trees and the flowering season, who knows why. (Robert Creele, translated by Cevat Çapan)
Tomorrow morning I will take the bus from Katowice
and go to Czech territory,
to the city of Brno, the hometown of Milan Kundera...
Last night I dreamed that fear had ended
