WILL YOU BE TURKEY?
Imagine a tiring day. You slept late yesterday cause you were anxious about your math exam. Your project’s due was today. You had a fight with your sister in the morning cause she hates it when you wear her clothes but you wear them anyway. It is definitely a bad day. Then your friends ask you if you want to go out this evening? Maybe you can go to the centre of city and enjoy some tea & chat with friends? You are saying hell yeah. Cause you love your friends and you love the centre of your city. So you are out. You are meeting with them at your favourite cafe and you laugh and talk about the boys you like. Its not a bad day anymore. Its all good.
Untill it happens. Until the bomb explodes. Untill there are sirens and people screaming. Untill you are on the ground and you see a man just died at the end of the street. You want to touch your friends and thats how you see that you’re bleeding. You are trying to understand whats happening but there are only screams. No one is coming to help you. You are trying to see if your friends are okay. One of them is not. Her eyes are closed. She doesnt seems like breathing. She is bleeding. The centre you love, is bleeding. You are crying but no one is coming to help you. Its only sirens.
Seems like a very, very awful scenario right?
This is happening in my country right now. We are bleeding. We are dying.
You were Charlie, you were Paris. Will you be Turkey?
