Monday, 20 May 2013


"Günaydın" he greets me as he descends the stairs
He would like "süt" with his rice crispies and he says "teşekkür ederim" when I bring it into the living room for him
He practices on his grandfather who corrects his pronunciation, and tells him stories of belonging

We browse the maps, and images of beach resorts, deciding on the August trip
Different interests, opposite dreams, arguments and he is close to tears
Why cant we just do what all my school friends do
Just go to our "home"

He downloads the official travel advice, the map is filled with colours
There are no green areas, it is mostly red, but there is a yellow patch
And from the north there are pictures

He scrolls down very slowly

Gradually relaxing

Look Mama

A whole page

No dead people

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