Our Childhood
Our parents were not going to work in our childhood.
When I got home from school, the key never opened.
My dad is even a key.
My mother was like a piece of our home, she was always at home.
Everywhere we go, there are so many places to go .....
Our biggest entertainment is on the streets.
There was a game concept on the street.
We did not meet at the cafes in the shopping malls.
We go to the arrows with our friends, we get together, we play, we jump.
There is no service. The instructors came out.
More; We do not take our bags and we do not even play games.
They sent us to prepare something between bread.
The corridors in our neighborhood were like our mothers.
We came to the houses in the Bosphorus.
Or a customer, we all go out.
She keeps at home (only woodpecker goes home).
The Annelies sent us what happened to the children.
Sometimes it is a cookie, sometimes it is a fruit.
We bought our money in our halls so we could fall in love.
I missed our child very much.
Seems to be soulless in the streets. It's a source of disturbance, but the woman who comes to clean up the house glass says it's easy to see her for a week.
I also do not know anyone there.
We cleaned our house ourselves; We know that all the cloths in our hands do not play with greed.
We have a home, no life. There are parks, there are no children playing inside.
But the pavements, the luxurious buildings, the bright showcases, the artificial people coming and going ...
There is no soul, no ice, we are not.
Our wooden chairs, our seats, our own rooms
Our children who wanted to remember went away.
I was always afraid of 'vales', 'bady' places waiting for me.
I can finish hitchhiking because he is urging his doors to climb.
This is not my culture.