Rare Rain

One Sunday morning, Rifat realized that the days did not drip into the same bowl. “The days are dripping, but not in the same roughness,” he said. He looked at the sky: It was empty. There were no clouds, in fact there was nothing. The naked sun of our age destroyed everything, the vastness, clouds and birds... It even destroyed blue, then other colors, some sounds, words and meanings. A person cannot say anything new in this absence, at best he would repeat himself.

Rifat, like a hero of our time, like an unqualified man, an idle man, an unnecessary man, an "R." Like, wandering through life. Hayat also stops by Rifat's shop from time to time. Rifat also travels through movies, books, dreams, ideas, troubles and issues. Some of the questions that have been asked are taken into consideration. What is this man after?

Is Rifat in a story? He is trying to understand, he is looking for a way for people to understand that they are in a story... Can an umbrella be opened in the rare rain?
(From the Promotional Bulletin)



Number of Pages: 100

Printing Year: 2016


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Iletisim Publishing

Number of Pages: 100

First Edition Year: 2016

Language: Turkish