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Our Mountains
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Once,
two friends and I climbed the slopes of mount Nemrut and,
descending into the crater, we got separated. Try as I
may, I couldn't find my companions. I found myself alone
and irremediably lost. I met a few nomads, "Kocers"
a
few nomads,
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kocerler
who lived on the lake inside the crater. |
Thanks
to my father having known many Köçers,
I spoke their language and was able to communicate.
It was a fantastic discovery. |
I spent three days at their camp that
seemed like a world so removed from mine that it could have
been another planet. On my return home, thrilled with this
unique experience and totally exhausted, I found that I'd
been given up for dead. The reaction of family and friends
was most surprising. I had the strange and discomforting sentiment
that I inconvenienced them with my sudden and miraculous reappearance.
My two cohorts had returned home safely the day of departure
and had buried my clothes along with other personal belongings
under a bridge en route to Tatvan. Needless to say I never
spoke to them again. |
Nezir / Hirit
(with sheperd) |
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Around
the age of 15, I began to see my friends in a different light.
I got rid of the hundreds of comic books I'd collected over
the years (Texas; Tommix, Tine-Tine ex…) all my imaginary
heroes no longer gave me the same thrill. For the first
time, I regarded high school students with admiration and
a touch of jealousy. |
In the carpentry workshop
not far from thehihg school I often climbed to the top of the
woodpile to better view the school courtyard.I looked for always
the girl to the bleu eyes. My passions and preferences slowly
changed.Without knowing it I underwent a deep metamorphosis.
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