Butterflies and Shadows

The sun that had fallen over the western hills was now slowly receding. His eyes were fixed on the mountains opposite. He continued walking without speaking. The heat was gradually disappearing, being replaced by a slightly felt coolness. He was already starting to miss the coolness of Amed evenings and was looking for it. Soon, a coolness reminiscent of the breeze of the Dersim Mountains where he had stayed before began to make itself felt. Despite the yellowing autumn evenings, nature was gradually regaining its former vitality. Autumn flowers were gaining color on Akdağ, and nightingales were singing their most beautiful melodies on the white rocks.

…The sun moved west, and the shadows stretched out and covered the green forest. All that remained from the sun was a red glow on the horizon...

…A butterfly came and landed on his knee. This was the blue-winged butterfly that he had been looking for for months but couldn't find. ...

He had been chasing this blue-winged butterfly in Dersim, Amed, Erzurum and most recently in Akdağ...

…The butterfly climbed onto his finger and went up. He raised his hands, brought them closer to his eyes, and looked closely. The butterfly was constantly opening and closing its wings... Axîn, Melsa, Dilovan, Jiyan and Hêvidar... "They have butterfly lives," he said to himself. As soon as he said this, his throat became tight. His whole body was shaking. The cramp in his heart turned into pain, causing his body and soul to contract. As the pain intensified, the drops that should have flowed from his eyes, one by one, were burning his heart. When he opened his eyes, the butterfly was no longer there. He was once again in the grip of the feeling of loneliness...