Close your eyes. İmagine a door. Open it. Enter.
I
think i must describe somewhere like an utopia. But i will describe somewhere
everybody knows. There is 'Kordon'. But this time there is no beggar, no florist,
no fortune teller, no shoeshine boy. There
is no car. Only few phaeton. Instead of
the sound of exhaust there are hoofbeats. There are some people. They are
sitting and lying on the grass. The weather is shiny but there are some breeze.
Sometimes a few drops of rain are falling. You can easily hear sounds of the
sea. There is a great smell of the ion. Saller of wafer who is absent whenever i look
for, this time here. In the sea ,of course, steamboats and seagulls. Even if
all these a pinch of air is enough for being peaceful . i dont know why its so
speacial. But it is different.
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