I Believe That It Isn't Victories But

It's Such A Shame That We Know So Little About Our Own Country, That We Can't Find It In Our Hearts To Love Our Own Kind. Instead We Admire Those Who Show Our Country Disrespect And Betray Its People.

It May Not Happen In The First Instant, But Within Ten Minutes Of Meeting A Man, A Woman Has A Clear Idea Of Who He Is, Or At Least Who He Might Be For Her, And Her Heart Of Hearts Has Already Told Her Whether Or Not She's Going To Fall In Love With Him.

Of Course In Turkey I'm Seen As Being On The 'western' Side, Criticised By The Nationalists, Criticised By The Communitarians As Not Belonging. Even, Sometimes, Criticised For Looking At My Country Through Western Eyes. And In The Western Media I'm Portrayed As Belonging To The East.

Oscar Wilde Always Makes Me Smile - With Respect And Admiration. His Short Stories Prove That It Is Possible To Be Both Sarcastic, Even Cynical, But Deeply Compassionate. Just Seeing The Cover Of One Of Wildes Books In A Bookshop Makes Me Smile.

Time Had Not Faded My Memories (as I Had Prayed To God It Might), Nor Had It Healed My Wounds As It Is Said Always To Do. I Began Each Day With The Hope That The Next Day Would Be Better, My Recollections A Little Less Pointed, But I Would Awake To The Same Pain, As If A Black Lamp Were Burning Eternally Inside Me, Radiating Darkness.