The day before the end of the old year and your humble blogger is in the small egean peninsula of Bodrum.
The rain of yesterday is gone and with a sun that is shining ever so bright there seems to be no obstacles in the way of a good old fashioned nature walk.
the Mausoleum there is no trace of it in the horizon but the ancient feeling is still dominating these hills.
iı ıs so much more than a summer destination. Bodrum is a hot spot of millenial energy.
It is my duty to explain the name of my blog.
Scenes from Humanity is directly inspired from the Turkish communist poet NAZIM HIKMET.
More precisely from his famous poetry book “Memleketimden İnsan Manzaraları”.
I will try, from time to time, to quote his poems and rimes.
The main idea of the blog is similar to his mission in publishing his poems.
To inform people of the human situation around the world in this day and age.
To explain scenes that are mostly disregarded or quickly forgotten in our everyday lives.
To protest in opposition to the acceptance and normalization of human misery.
To express free opinion in artistic form so that brotherhood and solidarity progress among earthlings without the imposed artificial divisions of color, nationality, race, religion and sex.
Union makes strong, divided we are weak. People of the world Unite!
2010 is about to end, but it seems that there is no end to human misery.
Forget about human bombs and guns killing guns, just yesterday I saw it for myself.
A man walking down the same street as I was, just in the other direction.
“Brother!” he called as we crossed paths.
“Yes?” I replied
“Do you have a lira for the love of God?”
I turned and walked away.
What misery may cause a man to descend to such a position, have thou no honor brother? have thou no sens of dignity? or is your experience of the human existence is so different than mine so that I can’t grasp your state of mind?
so I ponder about yours, as you won’t ponder upon mine, just another scene of humanity from the country where I was born.
In Lak’ech is the Mayan greeting I give to you, because in you I see myself, and so you are another me.
muratsahir 