Doğa Tarihi

Doga fell into panic when she felt that the world did not revolve around her. The business environment he was in was fueling this panic mercilessly. It should always be in the center. It should always be different. The difference should have been noticed. Its quality had to be visible. It had to be desired uninterruptedly. Eyes full of appetite, appreciation and jealousy should always be on him. Years later, little men began to appear left and right.

Doga was a 420-month-old baby. Pinkish. With dark blue lenses. Warm smell. Should she have silicone applied to her breasts? He was slowly passing by the site security. "How dirty is your meat, Ms. Doga?" He was giving a PowerPoint presentation half in English and half in Turkish on the minus seventh floor of the plaza. Café Jungle. London. Sepultura t-shirt. Electronic cigarette. Doğa's favorite season was summer. The comments on Facebook were very nice. Doga was "like a bomb". If there were no flame, these little wrinkles, Onur and other metal turnstiles...

Hakan Bıçakcı looks at the uncannyness of the metropolis this time through the eyes of a woman. He portrays the unbearable pressure of competition, exposure, and looking beautiful and happy with Doğa.
(From the Promotional Bulletin)



Number of Pages: 227

Print Year: 2014


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Iletisim Publishing

Number of Pages: 227

First Printing Year: 2014

Language: Turkish