Gönderilmemis mektuplar Page #5

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The only man of our descent.

- Don't do that.

- Don't!...

Hold on.

It's for you.

Sorry to bother you. I wanted to ask

which way to take to Uruguay.

There's a direct flight to Montevideo

from Madrid but I'll see nowhere.

I think there's a ferry from Buenos

Aires. But you better search other ways

Okay, great. Thank you very much.

Will I see your "Unsent Letters"?

I don't know Ceren. Bye.

She'll go to Uruguay, asking for

information.

Gulfem hardly stood on, you will

ruin her order of 20 years.

You blew everything and ran away. Now

you came back and will blow again.

Cem? Brother? Cem?

Cemal!...

What are you doing here?

Why did you come?

You should escape immediately.

The Gendarmerie knows your location.

- How do you know?

- Someone had denounced you.

Gulfem was going to come,

we would go together.

Stop! What are you doing?

I'll take the car so the police will

trace me. You go, now!

- Why are you leaving Cemal?

- 20 years wasn't enough?

- I went once.

- So?

- Since I went away once.

- So?

Is there anything I should know Cemal?

- I can't tell Seyfi.

I couldn't explain the first time.

There is nothing to do actually.

Let's say:
It is something

like a fate...

You are like a puzzle, there is

nothing to say.

- When are you leaving?

- Tomorrow morning. I promised Celal.

Let's go to radio, I'll give some

stuff to Ceren.

- Your dad wrote this song to you

- What do you mean?

A six sentenced-lyrics, isn't it?

If the third line starts with L and

the fourth one with F...

then it becomes GULFEM.

I am certain.

Hello. Tonight I will talk...

- Good evening.

- Welcome.

- Are you ready?

- Almost.

Mr. Cemal left them.

Great... He sent the letters I asked.

Dear Ceren, I leave tomorrow morning.

We probably can't see each other. Bye.

Could you write the lyrics

leaving the unreadable parts?

- Can I turn the radio on?

- Sure.

I have letters of a person who was

away from Amasra.

He didn't refuse and gave them to me.

Maybe because he is leaving again.

These are the unsent letters.

We're first to read them, even the one

who suppose to receive didn't.

Even the thought of it makes

me excited.

The name is scrawled.

"Purple Violet" can be read on the

third line. So, title might be...

"tulip or hyacinth". The number of

syllable fits as well. I am writing.

It might be addressed to a lover,

a mother or a friend.

Maybe we'll understand while

reading them.

We may not be sure yet we may feel it.

Maybe we will feel different things.

There are some other words scrawled

on it. Maybe the name of the person.

Let me read it first while you're

listening "Chan Chan" from the BVSC.

We will come back to the

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