Kutsuz Kuş

As he remembers those stranded on distant roads, houses whose doors will no longer be knocked on, losses, deaths and separations, he looks for a place to turn his eyes away from himself every time he looks in the mirror. He thinks that such a life of suffering and exile is not actually a skill; "My bad luck," Tamay would say, with a mournful reproach left in her memory from the black and white movies of the summer cinemas, which left wounds on her palms. leaning his back against the door, his left hand on the door handle, his right hand on his chest, closing his eyes tightly; He would cry silently with the deep and burning pain of a secret that he could not tell anyone because he had buried it in his heart, that was unapproachable, that consumed people, and made people strangers to themselves.

(From the Promotional Bulletin)

Dough Type: 2. Dough

Size: 13.5 x 19.5

First Printing Year: 2019

Number of Prints:1. Edition

Language : Turkish