Dağ Ne Kadar Yüce Olsa Bir Kenarı Yol Olur Buna Bayram Günü Derler Dostla Düşman Bir Olur (Erzurum türküsü) Nice bayramlara beraberce, huzur ve içtenlikle…. Nice yıllara ki mutlu ve güçlü bir Türkiye için çalışacağımız

Kurban bayramınızı kutlar huzurla geçmesini dilerim dilerim bu bayram uzunsüredir görüşemediğiniz haber alamadığınız gönül dostlarıyla bir araya gelirsiniz.ben denedim çok güzel oluyor Ayrıca yeni yılınızda kutlu olsun sağlık huzur mutluluk başarı daha hoşa giden ne varsa hepsini sizler için ve tüm sevdikleriniz için ve tüm insanlık için getirsin yüklasin sırtına getirsin dimi ama …….tüm yıl dilerim gülümseyerek uyanırsınız gülümseyerek uykuya dalarsınız hayat zor herkesin derdi var ama moral herkesde yok her ne olursa olsun gülümse…..:) hoşçakalın seneye görüşürüz……DOSTLAR…..

Observations of a Japanese A Japanese coming to our country shares his observations at the end of a vacation spent in Istanbul: “When you go to a Turk’s house, they invite you in even if they don’t know you. No one sits down until you do. No one goes to the dinner table before you. They give you the best place. No one begins eating before you do.

They insist on your tasting each dish. No one gets up before you do, not even the children. Tea, coffee and fruit are served constantly. Everyone tries to make you comfortable. They give you the TV remote control. Cushions are placed under you and behind your back. Even if they are dead tired, no one goes to bed before they bid you good-bye. When you attempt to leave, they don’t let you. They give you their bed and they sleep on the couch or armchair. Then you leave the house and the same people change 180 degrees. Everyone drives their car aggressively. If you don’t stick the front end of your car out, no one gives you the way. Horns, cursing… as if the world is coming to an end. It’s not even possible to change lanes. If you are a pedestrian it’s not possible to cross the street without a stoplight. How is it that people act one way at home, but differently in the car? I haven’t figured it out.” He thinks Turks have been able to explain their own schizophrenic fragmentation. Turks do not know either why they always denigrate politics and show the least amount of trust in politics in surveys, but when they enter politics, they become a political monster just like a traffic monster. They never think that they act like those people they do not like and approve of. From the automobile driver to the intellectual, they do not know why their actions do not match their words and why they blow in the wind like a scarecrow. They do not try and understand that their eyes, which see others’ mistakes very clearly, suddenly close tight when it comes to their own mistakes. They do not want their consciences to feel pain. For the weight of being guilty immediately makes their eyelids heavy as if pieces of iron were hanging from them. They fly with the weightlessness of always blaming someone else. For that reason, they do not care about red lights. They carry the mask of always being right in their pockets or on the top of their heads. They are constantly suffocating from not being able to resolve problems, but they do not want to know why they escape from responsibility. Men are afraid to love; couples believe it is necessary to have “one-sided love.” Their lips say that respect is more important than love, and their hearts are blocks of ice frozen from fear. They neither draw close to the responsibility of marriage nor accept the deep pleasure and happiness of loving on their own. They only hide behind the confusion of the light sauce of their words. They never remember the weight of words. They neither stand behind their words nor donate them to life. They are far from lips whose ideal has burned like an ember because their words have no strength. None of the solutions they seek in bars are able to open the sailor’s knots one centimeter. Strangely enough, they are not interested in what could solve their problems. They do not know a more important place on this earth than the seat, label, title and position they hang onto. There their memories are erased as if the delete button has been pushed. They do not want to understand why they love and why they hate what they do not know. Their hands, which are tied tightly to the law of not changing and accepting everything as it is, are around their own throats. They do not trust their children’s decisions; they spoil them and do everything they want. After 20 years of age they protest everything. They forget their former passions and feelings. They oppose every kind of emotion. While living like they are surrounded by meaningless fears, they do not look anyone in the eye with their non-trusting glances. They do not show the courage to look anyone in the face. They have no courage. When we look at these observations, we can see what Turkey needs in order to change as it approaches the election lane: individuals who leave prints of love instead of meaningless hatred and fear; those who respect other kinds of love as they admit their love for their country; those who turn democracy into a democratic state of the heart; those who regard the state of the heart and embrace everyone with love while they live religion; citizens who do not regard politics as an area of life that cannot be attained; understanding and accepting people… 12.26.2006 Dear Nevval, I would like to soften your anger a bit. I know this kind of disappointment quite well, but for me it was primarily with the Germans. Nonetheless, it’s quite the same everywhere. People are rather inconsistent, even the greatest saints. Yet, those who may be considered saints spend much of their life to become less inconsistent – and still they fail to some degree. People are much the same around the world; I guess even in Japan. Finally I found records of a really compelling guitar band from Turkey, just by chance, called Gece Yolculari. I guess it means something like Night Wanderers, which meets a point here. Even more fortunately, a small trading enterprise (yokyok24 in Frankfurt a.M.) where names like Athena and Sagopa Kajmer are available, among others. This is a field that should be expanded, if possible. And I wish you a happy New Year. Hans-Peter