Munzur’s Scream…
A tree from Munzur said; I’m about to drown out of the smoke. You cut off 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 drop off the dirty garbage in my living space. You throw the beer bottle at my head. If I took my head out, you would brutally attack me and eat me in a hurry. You pour the awnings or flakes into the water together 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 go up 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 this noise pollution.
A piece of land by Munzur; Is it concrete again, is it digging again, is it a working machine again? Every day I am picked up from somewhere, thrown somewhere. What a crowd of Adam’s sons eager to plant concrete on me and try to make money off of me.
A drop of Munzur water; I’m deprived of my freedom, again, what’s funny about those who take me out of my sight, put me in cancer-causing plastic bottles, wait in plastic in the heat from the sun, turn all my positive chemistry into negative ones, then cool down, drink, and think you’ve found healing? But I want to flow freely. I don’t want to go into a pet bottle and give people illness instead of healing.
a rabbit in Munzur; I’m afraid of the sound of these vehicles. A few years ago, so many vehicles did not cross these roads. The exhaust fumes they emit pollute the air of my valley. I can’t escape the spotlights at night.
a bear in Munzur; I agree with the bunny brother. I can’t go to the waterbank and drink water with my puppies because of the density of vehicles. These long trucks are my anxious dream. One of my puppies was hit by one of these trucks and died. Is there not a son of Adam who controls vehicle traffic in the valley?
a lynx in Munzur; Instead of settling in their villages, people travel through my areas with a passion for adventure, unlike the villagers who used to live. What used to be untouched untouched places is now on the endless route of instegram phenomena. The photo trap is a separate issue, the poacher is a separate issue. I can’t go to the edges of the water either. I think I will migrate.
A visitor’s stone in Munzur; How many of Adam’s sons came to visit me and prayed and asked for Murat. I used to have candles that weren’t lit. Where did these old people go? If the crazies they made in their natural way were burned, it wouldn’t bother me at all. The prayer language of these old people was different. The wind is now blowing in the place of Dersimce, the ancient Dersim language that touched me, cried and told me about its problems. Nene prays for her grandson in Dersim, and her grandson prays in Turkish. The two don’t get along. These nature-friendly old people have now been replaced by people who are their descendants, but have no manners, no water, and no language. But a passing child came. He rubbed his forehead into the Achaered Land of my stone and prayed in my lesson. I can’t tell you how pleased I was, how delighted I was to see this tree on another visit that was coming soon. Sometimes I’m sad. There are also those who barbecue next to my visit and throw their garbage around me. There is also the son of Adam who ignores me and thinks I am superstitious.
a goat in Munzur; Now that my eyes are closed, I know that I will soon die for a wish. If I were a mountain goat, my life might have ended differently, but I’m used to that ending. What I’m not used to are those who sacrificed me, threw my organs into Munzur and desecrated Munzur. After my sacrifice, there are such disgusting smells at the edges of the water that I don’t understand how the son of Adam internalizes this smell.
a turtle in Munzur; Drinking water tormented me. As I descend from the forest to the shore, I see that there is a son of Adam everywhere, and I hide in my bowl. Who am I ashamed of, who am I afraid of? Isn’t this my home?
