A Different Anatolian Journey

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It should have been 1991. After five years, it was my destiny to come again, when I came, my teacher of sixteen years, who finished the faculty, would come to Ağın like a land of fairy tales. Every development, being here, for us coming from Ankara or Istanbul, both that child and our younger years and adulthood Our arrivals every three years and five years in our years, of course, I would vacate in the first days in every development, coming from a metropolitan city to an environment where we could not have any habit would naturally affect us, this is a situation that happens to me every time, although I am not a stranger of this geography There was no electricity in my childhood years, what was there? There would be lighting devices that we call kindling, kerosene or luxus, as someone who is used to electricity, technical equipment, social facilities day and night, darkness was not something easy to get used to, but our training since childhood has always made it easier for us to get rid of this trouble in the village (savage). Before we passed, we would stay in Aliuşağı in Ağın, and we would sit inside the house, sometimes on the roof, during the dinner the mosquitoes of the night and the grass we call grass were small but the biting and biting sorties they made would be enormous, especially as if they were haunting us who just came from the city, those first days are very difficult. I would never get used to it and I thought we would return in a short time, and the next days and days would seem cute to me, this new place, from its air, from its water to its fertile fruit and vegetables, from everywhere water to fountains, vineyards and gardens were always at our disposal and the beauties we provided free of charge. and in the old years that never got old, the narrow souls of Ağın It would have been very different to wander along the paths with stone-enclosed orchards, and the moods of mud-brick houses, or the sad stays of abandoned houses without their half-destroyed owners, our passes through a stream, our strolls through a stream, and especially our going to the gardens to the vineyards, everything we come across is from the city. It was very different, we would come across heroes of the tales we read and listen to while walking through the streets, I even imagined that I could even come across heroic faces that we fear and trust, most of my time in Ağın was in the place known as Ali Uşağı and the fountain I came across there was the first effect on me: years mulberry trees and a few plane trees headed their heads, grabbed the head of a water source, they knew how to keep this place like it was very good for years like wild guards, bravery to admire .., a wonderful painting, a mysterious canopy and a lot of whispers in a little later and crowd A strange coolness that gives the feeling of being full of habit, a secrecy beyond time, a mystery that gives the feeling that it will not be possible to reach here thanks to the density and size of the trees and the magnificent curtain as in the fairy tale, or it was a point that those who discovered this place would not want to return. There were such venues in Istanbul and each of them has a story, I wish we had them to tell our old and well-known people what we were curious about and many subjects, neither the tracks, nor the stories, nor the memories would have been carried to the present day.