Those days are black for me. Sorry for being away from your great friendship.
The year started with many troubles.
I feel like a grain of sand blown by the wind to mess in the problems. it is being hard. I need hopes.
The rain was far away but I wanted to feel it on my hair to feel cleansed from aggravated dirt of world.
Spirit of the people are dirty and smells of carrion. I do not have anyone to trust other than my son. But he is also very far away
From the Camlıca Hill, istanbul