Basak Taner - Istanbul, Turkey - Turkish (Global Lives Project, 2013) - 20:00:00-20:29:59

My love, my writing goes very well. Can you give me a glass of wine, please? It was hard for me to talk as I had expected. But, Bülent accepted the situation more easily than I had expected. As if he knew already. He wasn't surprised at all. He let it sink into his eyes. His deep sorrow flowed from his looks to my soul. Therefore, I suffered much more while telling him the truth. His silent screams were bursting in my brain. With each word I said. I had already started talking, I couldn't stop. Each sentence was piercing my soul, like a deep knife wound. Even though I saw, knew and felt this, I continued to give him pain. I think it's done. It was the first time in my life that relief gave me such shame. Meanwhile, I can't even start to explain the storm inside me. Yes, this is good. What was the sentence there? Yes, yes, nice, nice, okay.