Farewell My Beautiful Homeland

The depths of the state are darker than the depths of the soil.

That sad autumn of 1926. The Ottoman Empire has collapsed and the young republic is trying to stand on its feet. A man in that great upheaval: Şehsuvar Sami... Once a leader of the Committee of Union and Progress, now a tired committee member. A relentless intrigue revolving around Şehsuvar Sami. On the one hand, his beloved Ester, whom he lost but could never take out of his heart, and on the other hand, the historical defeat... A lost country, a lost city, a lost life. And always the same question in his mind: Is the state sacred or the human being?

"Death begins with the loss of our cities." I don't remember who said this sentence, unfortunately it is true... It is true, but incomplete. Death begins with the loss of our cities and ends with the loss of our homeland.

What exactly is homeland? Is it a piece of land, endless seas, deep lakes, steep mountains, fertile plains, lush forests, crowded cities, isolated villages? No, homeland has a meaning beyond all these. It is not just a piece of land, nor water basins, nor a chain of trees... Our motherland is our mother's compassion, our father's white hair, our first love, our newborn child, our grandfather's graves...

A person without a homeland has no life. Yes, once my mind and heart were full of these ideas. Now? I do not know now…