Two weeks left, will the system of this country change or not change?
After 15 days in the meantime,
I hope that we will all go to the chest and give our play.
We all know that there are two thousand odd
I am confident in the person’s mind “what will come out?” has.
But I’m sure that even if not everyone,
at least in the heart of the 80’s, “what if I do not get the result I want?
Am I leaving this country?
Is this where I am? “
Who are we to say, “Either 500 thousand euros in the country
they give a residence permit for 10 years;
go to such a country, get a house, give them citizenship.
Either after this age what house friend, I can not live elsewhere,
the best I send the kids, they throw the cover. “
“Throwing the cover.”
Go or stay?
It’s a big problem right now in this country.
But not only now, but also throughout history
It was a big problem.
In fact, these lands are a migratory bed, perhaps the ultimate homeland,
but at the same time there was a migration bed.
Thousands of years ago nomadic tribes came,
they settled in the provinces, they are passed from here.
At the same time, this country, both hand shake,
also said that one side welcomed me.
Perhaps this is the reason our brains remain in the kurand,
both doors are open because in general.
So if you want to close your eyes like this,
I go to black and white days.
I did not want to use photos because I did not really come out of my mind
I thought it was two weeks later.
Close your eyes, I’ll take you to 1949.
Black and white, imagine the front of the Dolmabahçe Palace,
it’s the street.
You are looking at a joy, an applause, a scream, an anam.
After years of industrial revolution, there were three generations on top,
The first tractor comes to the country.
It’s beautiful, so we’re not against industrialization, okay.
It was met with great joy and this tractor was printed on its head.
But it did not.
Because it has negative sides.
When the villagers go, this tractor, many workers
He was unemployed because of the tractor.
What did they do?
They came to the city where they said the land was gold.
With their coming, – of course they are not responsible,
they are in desperation of their bellies –
With their advent, the concept of rent has entered my life.
Because those who own houses now want more rent.
They wanted a lot more money to sell.
The bars were expensive.
What did these people do?
Squatters settled.
Because they were looking for a dam.
Stranded urbanization, employment and employment agency
long queues in front, distorted health, education system,
these are the fact that a tractor has entered this country
he showed himself.
And from that day on to this day,
We are the victims together.
The traffic folks you’re here today
it’s actually part of it.
Let’s not be so sneaky, a million people from the village
He emigrated to the city.
Then Turkey’s population – it happens every five years, 50-55
Between the years – 21 million.
So 21 units migrated
and many of us stood in the village and waved at them.
Come to 1961.
Again, remember that square,
I leave it to your imagination.
Hani Sirkeci from the train, from the trains,
There was a square where we shook hands.
Our workers who emigrated to Germany.
Because some of you are still not satisfied.
He was still looking for bread and not even seeing his town
went to a different place where another language was spoken.
In 1961-1974 he was in 13 years
a million people migrate.
Today, 3 million Turks live in Germany.
Let’s go to 1980.
A coup took place, Turkey’s territorial history.
And in order to be tortured there,
In order not to go to jail, many
intellectuals, intellectuals and artists.
Many of them have settled in Europe, and many have settled in Northern Europe.
We stopped again and waved at them.
According to official figures, 35 thousand, but to the United Nations
105 thousand of our country has left our country.
They fled.
They had to escape.
Of course, we are not always shaking hands,
sometimes we open the door and say welcome.
This country has hosted many people.
The Russians escaped from the Bolshevik Revolution in 1917.
Hitler fascism before the Second World War
the escaped Germans sheltered here.
Escaped from Hitler occupied countries
Austrians stayed here.
Bosniaks in Bosnia and Herzegovina war, our Bulgarian compatriots, Afghan refugees
He stayed here.
And finally, the Syrians.
Now, it is such an act to go,
When you think you should go, you want to be comfortable.
You are going to wear your sport shoes, not your luxury shoes.
You take your suitcase, you go to the airport.
But when you run away, you do not look at what’s on your feet.
So it was for the Syrians.
Most are barefoot, some with slippers,
just as they snatch their kids,
– because when you find a bread your stomach
you can feed with it
you can store it for long periods of time –
They fled.
Turkey 3 million Syrians are guests at the moment.
Of these, 1 million children
and half of those children are not trained.
But we opened our doors to them, one way or another,
like or dislike.
Then, this question needs to be asked as well;
Is it to go or to go or to escape?
I am the one who can decide this too late,
because most of my life,
He sat down and waved hand to hand.
I’ve always been like that.
I was eight years old, living in the same house,
my grandmother died and I was a realistic kid.
I wanted to see your death, because I wanted to say goodbye,
I wanted to wave her hand.
My mother was as realistic as me, took me to her side.
And he taught me, he said: “Look, someone died first
cover your eyes.
Then you tie your jewel here
the jaw will fall down. “
Then the thumbs of your feet
you said tie them together.
He showed me, and then he said if you know, read his prayer.
Maybe he was preparing for his own death.
Then I got cancer, my mother.
They said no life in Turkey.
My dad sold the deposit intensively and took her mother to London.
and lived for four years.
I was twelve years old when I lost my mother.
I wanted to go very far and say goodbye to him,
but for me my father and friends may be traumatic
They did not show the mother because they thought.
And I know that for many years my mother will come back one day,
I dreamed you lived somewhere.
Then I came to 18.
I’m talking about the moon like a child
it really is such a bad idea when you tell it.
But it is.
(Laughter)
I came to 18, my grandmother died.
My dad was on an overseas trip,
We were in the same house with my grandmother.
When I woke up, I found her dead.
I still wish you died in your sleep.
I think it’s one of the most beautiful deaths.
There was nobody, as I was taught to me
I closed my eyes, tied my jaw,
I tied his feet and read his voice at the beginning.
Then I called my dad’s friends
I got the morale removed until my father came.
Then I lost my father.
It was a heart attack because it was taken by ambulance –
I could only march with him at the morgue.
I grabbed your hand, I said I love you in your ear
and I waved at him again.
Your hand is prisoner, do not shake if you want.
Life is forcing you to do it.
Then, from my heart, I said enough, I should go too,
some of them waving from behind me.
And then my wife found a job in London.
As it goes, I have been working in TRT for many years
I resigned and went away.
I lived in a luxurious 200 square meter house in Ankara.
It was very traumatic to prepare that suitcase.
Because I decided that day, in the year 2003,
I will go with two suitcases and I will be only in my clothes.
The whole fork, the cup, the cane, all I love
I gave the goods to the third record of an ambassador to rent
and a tiny house, do not break the slum,
bed cracked, bedlinen hole, broken glass, in London
– because our money is enough for him,
because life is already so minimal there –
We settled.
I lived in London for 7 years and again in Bloomberg in 2010
when it comes to offer Bloomberg a suitcase to HT
I came to Turkey.
And since 2003 I’ve only been living with suitcases.
I do not buy goods.
I live in furnished houses.
Because once you start moving and shaking hands,
When you’re used to saying goodbye, it’s the couch, it’s the fork, it’s the blade
you see that you created virtual roots.
A sofa or a house or a dam should not be my root.
My real root is my family, which I have already lost them,
then I waved from behind my wife, I said goodbye.
As a result, then an article should not be my root
I thought and decided to live with the suitcase.
There are emojis in your hani phones,
Are you aware of them, there is one red balloon.
He’s mine.
I like him very much.
It’s stuffed with helium, there’s such an underline,
Standing alone standing.
There is no root, it may go, but it chooses to stay.
Meet Esma, you are 8 years old and usually
He lives in the tour park.
He is also in his quest for a training home, a roof.
I try to be here and find it
with these heeled shoes – any unit now
with the heeled shoes you dislike –
maybe to be a woman, perhaps to feel beautiful,
maybe it’s like he wants it
pose for them to be able to press from the top.
He likes one too, he is 8 years old again his age
but there is another girl more than 8 years old,
he prefers not to enter between them because he likes that child.
This is Esma’s story.
He took me to the day I lost my grandmother at the age of eight.
I prefer living with my heels.
Because I’m not going to be friends.
Because I’m back here for my dreams.
Because I went to London to dream.
Because I went to go back here.
Because unfortunately we are double standard.
I want you to be as successful as you want from Ankara,
As a reporter or a television reporter who came to Istanbul,
I would not be getting so cool.
When I come over London
I came to a prosperous, do not ask.
It feels like a very strange person.
The work we do is over.
But it was, and I really want to be a man of the world,
both to know the world, to see other cultures,
but if not at all, to wave the hand once,
I went to the world to say that I’m going too.
And as I imagined, being in this scene, doing this job
I was dreaming.
I still have dreams.
For example, I dream of loving the economy to all women.
It’s really – because women love the economy
If you learn, I know this country will survive.
E.g,
elderly, orphaned children and street animals
a village that will be responsible for chaining each other
I want to start before I die.
Because they all have to own each other.
I think you need it.
I thank you now:
Did not go to stay,
You decide,
to go or to run away?
Because escaping can never be a dream.
Hele can also give you a
thinking that we have fallen to a minority here
even minority in another country
Without knowing whether or not we will be,
maybe we never changed our home until today
In a life, escape can not be a dream.
Yes, you want to be a jazz singer and world-wide
You want to be, go to New Orleans.
Go to Germany to be a very good machine engineer.
I will go together.
But what we want is not going as we want
If you go all your dreams,
then turn around and look at the mirror.
Turn around.
Are we really going, or are we running away?
Or is it about dreaming to escape?
Vallahi me – if you ask me about my idea,
I could not go into his head and say nothing,
but I, do not let go of me.
That is –
(Applause)
This is mine.
This is not a flying balloon.
The flying balloon in the emo.
If you go, if you go, because
There are two thousand odd people on this side if you do not listen to us here.
If we have come to speak to you,
we are entrusted to each other in this country.
If you go –
(Applause)
If you go, there’s no helium in it.
You are my helium.
We are your heels.
We are heels of each other.
To lift it up, to keep it straight.
Otherwise, like this, this balloon will remain.
And I do not want to shake your hand behind any of you.
I do not want to send any of you anymore, after this age anymore.
Hele hele, come here and have a sunny Saturday here
to escape these precious people
I never want to.
‘Cause I do not make it to any of us.
(Applause)
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