Munzur’s cry…

Cihan Söylemez

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09 Aug 2022

A tree from Munzur said; From the smoke, I am about to drown. You cut my branches and trunks and take advantage of my shadow and drown me.

A fish from Munzur said; Again, tiri-viri, when will you obey the hunting bans? You wash dishes in the water and release the dirty waste into my living space. You throw the beer bottle at my head. If I were to take my head out, you would brutally attack me and rush to eat me. You pour the awns or flakes into the water along with your frying oil.

A bird from Munzur; I can’t breathe. It’s not like a picnic but a Picnic fire. I can’t fly in smoke. I leave my nest every day during the day and return at night.

a july beetle from Munzur; I couldn’t hear my own voice from that noise pollution.

A piece of land from Munzur; Is it concrete again, is it digging again, is it work machine again? Every day I am picked up from somewhere, thrown somewhere. What a lot of Adam’s sons who are eager to plant concrete on me and are trying to make money on me.

A drop of water from Munzur; I am deprived of my freedom, again, what is funny about those who take me out of my eyes, put me in carcinogenic plastic bottles, wait in plastic in the heat in front of the sun, turn all my positive chemistry into negative, then cool it down, drink it and think that you have found healing? But I want to flow freely. I don’t want to go into a pet bottle and give people sickness instead of healing.

a rabbit in Munzur; I’m terrified of the sound of those vehicles. A few years ago, so many vehicles didn’t cross these roads. The exhaust fumes they emit pollute the air of my valley. I can’t escape the headlight lights at night.

a bear in Munzur; I agree with the rabbit brother. I can’t go down to the water shore from the density of vehicles and drink water with my puppies.These long trucks are my fearful dream. One of my puppies was hit by one of these trucks and died. Isn’t there a son of Adam who controls the vehicular traffic in the valley?

a lynx in Munzur; Instead of settling in their villages, people travel around my areas with a passion for adventure, unlike the villagers who used to live. What used to be untouched virgin places is now on the endless itinerary of instegram phenomena. The phototrap is a separate problem, the poacher is a separate problem. I can’t go down to the water’s edges either. I think I’m going to migrate.

A visiting stone in Munzur; What a lot of Adam’s sons came to visit me and prayed and asked for murat. I used to have fabricated candles not lit on me. Where did those ancient people go. If the crazies they made in their natural way were burned, I would not be bothered at all. The prayer language of those ancient people was another. The winds are now blowing in the place of Dersimce, the ancient Dersim language that touched me, cried and told me about its troubles. Nene prays for her grandson in Dersim, and her grandson prays in Turkish. The two don’t understand each other. Those nature-friendly old people have now been replaced by people who are their descendants, but who have no manners, no water, and no language. But a passing child came. He rubbed his forehead into the Achaerated land of my stone and prayed in my Lesson. I can’t tell you how delighted I was, how delighted I was to witness this tree in another visit that was coming soon. Sometimes I feel sad. There are also those who have a barbecue next to my visit and throw their waste around me. There is also the son of Adam, who ignores me and sees me as superstitious.

a goat in Munzur; Now that my eyes are closed, I know that I will soon be dying for a wish. If I were a mountain goat, maybe my life would have ended in another way, but I’m used to this ending. What I am not used to is those who sacrificed me, threw my organs into Munzur and defiled Munzur. After my sacrifice, there are such disgusting smells on the water’s edges that I don’t understand how the son of Adam internalizes this smell.

a turtle in Munzur; Drinking water tormented me. When I descend from the forest to the water’s edge, I see that there is a son of Adam everywhere and I hide in my shell. Who am I ashamed of, who am I afraid of? Isn’t this my home?