İmgesu Ünal: Sedat’ın Simitleri Hayatın Neresinde? / Where do Sedat’s Simits Stand in Life?/ Где в жизни место для симитов Седата?
What about those over there? Sedat’s best customers. Their pure faces, young and bright. How effortlessly beautiful and careless they are! On the plateau of an era being dragged down to the bottom, they are complete enough to shaken the essential foundations of capitalism. They have never lost anything that cannot be owned with money or replaced by consumption. The torch of youth in their eyes. Their minds hardworking, active, complex… They never dream about being happy. They want to be like Sedat. They want to give their heart that is ready to burn with its own wood and flame, a reason to start the fire. They secretly admire his struggling and has-been face… They want to understand Sedat even better than himself and curse every morning on behalf of him. Just so they themselves have stories. So that they themselves matter. To be one of those who are the most correct, distressed in this cruel world. Is this really what we call life? Is this it? Without the deprivation of sky. Without carrying any load. They wouldn’t give 5 kuruş2. Sedat doesn’t mind.About the author: Born in Ankara, in 1992, she completed her first, middle, high and later higher education in Ankara. She owes her process of maturity and mental development to Ankara. She has written columns and articles relating to current affairs in newspapers and other sources as a student of Political Science and International relations. During her education in English Language and Literature, she shifted her pen towards short stories and essays. Reflecting on the fact that She in the quest for someone to get to know their nature and express it, one must look beyond literature, body language and speech; she has also taken an interest in Usui Reiki and Tai Chi, and continues her life attempting to learn from every source and with the knowledge that true mastery lies is in being a novice.
No fate, Can be compared to another. A fishy smell in indecisive breaths… The sea reaches out from it’s cisterns suffusing The dead end of irrelevance “Is it a sin to love?” asks a hand reaching from a balcony. “What of making love?” asks a towering shadow. The blues emptied out from brownish boxes, Rolled as dice in coffee shops. I think I am loosing my mind, my mind is on the run. Let’s hold it down at the blind alley of irrelevanceAbout the author: I was born in 17.10.1985 in İstanbul. I graduated from Girne American University Turkish Language and Literature Teaching Department in 2010. I worked in private teaching institutions for three years. In 2016, I was attained to Bursa and am currently working as a Turkish teacher in a public school.
“I noticed that Kaya’s lips slightly opened as the ace was distributed during the final hand. His closed card was definitely an ace. As I locked my feet on the front legs of the chair, I waited for the card Davut was offering, the card that would pay half of my rent. A nine.. for once I hoped to be lucky… the card was a six that seemed like a nine. Even for this, one would appreciate the distributor. Usually after these cards, comes a seven. Seven puts an end to everything with a godly and painful grin on its face. If it could speak the first thing that would come out of its mouth would be, “Hi friend it’s me again, the worst out of all prime numbers. I came to teach you that there is no such thing as luck in this world.”About the author: Born exactly a year earlier from the day -great Turkish poet- Turgut Uyar died, in a remote part of İstanbul. Grew up in the desert of truth. Now he carries on undertaking work no one respects and writes scenarios of hope for dingy theatres seeking talented actors.