have been flavored with hope and worries related to the life. Sometimes it(life)seems to be getting more transparent. Do not get me wrong, I am not for transparency: it is ideal if we can wrap things up with the layers we desire so that we see the colors we want and do not get hurt by the sharp edges of reality. Movements in Turkey have been a source of hope at the same time sadness: since all the pure-hearted people on the streets are treated violently by a stubborn dictator who has nothing to stop him from acting non-sense, who lacks self-criticism who is just evil in nature and ways of masking it with some ideology. When the demon beats the beauty, tears want to run from eyes...
I have encountered my barriers to be productive and infeasibility of achieving happiness in a shared life. I have to be purely lonely maybe just distracted by friends and love of people but only from some distance. We should not let the moment to suppress the pleasant past: I was walking in the streets of old cities, fairy-lands that have survived to our time, just a few days ago...
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