After The Ankara Bombings On October 10,

Moments Are Born And Moments Die. For New Experiences To Come To Life, Old Ones Need To Wither Away.

You See, Unlike In The Movies, There Is No The End Sign Flashing At The End Of Books. When I've Read A Book, I Don't Feel Like I've Finished Anything. So I Start A New One.

I Like To Borrow A Metaphor From The Great Poet And Mystic Rumi Who Talks About Living Like A Drawing Compass. One Leg Of The Compass Is Static. It Is Fixed And Rooted In A Certain Spot. Meanwhile, The Other Leg Draws A Huge Wide Circle Around The First One, Constantly Moving. Just Like That, One Part Of My Writing Is Based In Istanbul. It Has Strong Local Roots. Yet At The Same Time The Other Part Travels The Whole Wide World, Feeling Connected To Several Cities, Cultures, And Peoples.

No Matter Who We Are Or Where We Live, Deep Inside We All Feel Incomplete. It's Like We Have Lost Something And Need To Get It Back. Just What That Something Is, Most Of Us Never Find Out. And Of Those Who Do, Even Fewer Manage To Go Out And Look For It.

I Am Very Worried About This Concentration Of Power, And It's Not Only Because Of Erdogan. We Have The Ballot Box, But We Don't Have The Culture Of Democracy. The Government Says: You See, We Have The Majority, We're Entitled To Do Anything We Want. But That's Not Democracy, That's Majoritarianism.