En Yakın Arkadaşım Bir Deli

I don't know how many minutes had passed since I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. I had to do something. I should have at least stopped staring at the ceiling. I couldn't take refuge in staring at the ceiling, lest I panic because I couldn't find anything to do. Staring at the ceiling couldn't be a job. His working hours were uncertain. He had no salary. I couldn't deceive myself any further. I had to do a real job.

I got up, collected the garbage at home and bagged it. I decided to go even further and throw the garbage into the container.

Then the most incredible thing happened. I went out. The collars of the T-shirts I wear to bed are cut off. My shorts have holes too. I love them like that. That's how I left.

My hands got dirty while throwing away the garbage. “Walk,” I said. "Calm down. Breathe.”

It had to mean something. When I put it all together, all the unrest had to have a meaning. Or I had to find meaning for peace. Or none of them had occurred to me yet. I just thought there must be a reason.

When I returned home, I was staring somewhere again. This time on the monitor... I started writing.

(From the Promotional Bulletin)

Dough Type: 2. Dough

Size: 13.5 x 19.5

First Printing Year: 2017

Print Number: 1. Printing