Bilgeoğuz Yayınları Road Separations & Road Separations Novel in Motion of the Countryman

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They were raised to sacrifice the five-thousand-year-old turkish country: for the homeland. They were those who were willing to die without any hesitation, without any excuse, without any fear... they were those who were willing to give their lives for their nation... they became state-like for the eternal state without even thinking about it... they were blood brothers in a glorious struggle... the day came to separate, and they became each other's shepherd while they were bozkurt... some went to the black soil, some had the doors of iqbal opened, some hung in their barn. . . Yusufiye became their place. . . They thought they were fighting for their country, their nation, their state. They were hanged by those who were at the head of the state they defended, they were pushed away, they broke their testicles while bringing water... the name of the love that enveloped the heart of all of them was patriotism

turkish nationalism. Even if they were seen, charged, kicked out of government doors, lost, moaned under torture, they would not be offended, they would not be tired, they would not be abandoned. What burdens have been loaded onto our frail shoulders / but we believed we were the heralds of the century, children / maybe we couldn't pick flowers in the fields / maybe we didn't have a partner to give flowers / but we loved until death, i swear / we withered from the intensity of longing / flower, flower. . . My mothers, my fathers / oh, strange, orphans, the elders / how many evenings, my god / how many evenings with old eyes / they waited for the roads. . . One september morning, a mother section / a whistle / haramiler pressed our caravan / we were floated in blood lakes… ” (quote) what else was he doing other than living and struggling in his mind again and again with the past? The future was also unknown. Perhaps the young people who were released from prison, looking for a hand to hold and a branch to cling to, had also lost the centers of attraction that they were going to seize. Their dreams for the future had vanished, their branches to cling to had been broken, and they had no hand to reach out to. "they were a generation torn from their roots / no one looked for us or asked about us. We were the cloves that bloomed in the fire, child / not a metaphor, it's real! "we put our finger in the paint flowing from our wound and drew crescents and stars on the streets."" (quote) without knowing or meeting other loves, their love for the nation would be enough for them." For this very case, they've seen it all, experienced it all... they were those who lived through the spring of their youth, those who lived in the moment... this is their story! (from the promotional flyer) )

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• Barcode No: 9786257834216
• Origin: TR