{"id":667,"date":"2006-05-25T11:29:31","date_gmt":"2006-05-25T11:29:31","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-29T21:00:00","slug":"nadas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/2006\/05\/25\/nadas\/","title":{"rendered":"Nadas"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bug\u00fcn \u00f6nce Meren<\/a>‘in bloguna bakt\u0131m, oradan Duygu Han\u0131m<\/a>‘\u0131n bloguna yumu\u015fak bir ge\u00e7i\u015f ve sonras\u0131nda da, tavsiyeledi\u011fi Bar\u0131\u015f Erkol’un ISBN 976-08-6<\/a>‘s\u0131nda Samantha Wolow<\/a>‘la kar\u015f\u0131la\u015ft\u0131m. A\u015fa\u011f\u0131da g\u00f6rmelerde oldu\u011funuz m\u00fcthi\u015f g\u00fczel foto\u011fraf\u0131 oradan<\/a> ald\u0131m. Tek foto\u011fraf da elbet g\u00fczel giderdi ama yan\u0131na da meze olaraktan benim eski yaz\u0131lardan birini oturtmak geldi i\u00e7imden. Az foto\u011fraf bilgim oldu\u011fundan, akl\u0131m hemen Robert Doisneau’n\u00fcn Le Baiser du Trottoir \/ Le Baiser de l’Hotel de Ville<\/a><\/i>‘ine gitti. onun resmini arar iken bir nefis resmini<\/a> daha buldum<\/a> – yaln\u0131z bu resmin ad\u0131n\u0131 ararken ba\u015fka hi\u00e7bir yerde bulunmad\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 fark ettim ve Doisneau olmayabilece\u011fini de.. Belki bir tan\u0131yan \u00e7\u0131kar..<\/p>\n\n\n
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son kez.<\/b><\/p>\n

neden diye sordu beriki.<\/p>\n

di\u011feri ona bakt\u0131, a\u011flayacakt\u0131, d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc, durdu, kendini durdurdu. a\u011flamayacakt\u0131. herkes o g\u00fcn \u00f6lm\u00fc\u015ft\u00fc ama cesetleri dola\u015f\u0131yordu ortada. \u015fu giden bir cesetti, ama \u00f6ld\u00fc\u011f\u00fcn\u00fc bilmiyordu i\u015fte. biri ona s\u00f6ylemeliydi. otob\u00fcstekiler, ayaktakiler, ko\u015fanlar, \u00f6lenler, hepsi, hepsi cesetti art\u0131k. geriye onlardan hi\u00e7bir \u015fey kalmam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. kalkt\u0131 giyindi. kendine bir ku\u015f se\u00e7ti bulutlardan, sonra kap\u0131y\u0131 sert\u00e7e kapatt\u0131. gitti. yeni bir \u00f6l\u00fcme ba\u015flayacakt\u0131 ve bu onu tedirgin ediyordu. makyaj\u0131n\u0131 yolda yapt\u0131, ilk g\u00f6rd\u00fc\u011f\u00fc erkekle sevi\u015fti, erkek ona hi\u00e7bir \u015fey s\u00f6ylemedi, bo\u015fal\u0131rken a\u011flad\u0131 belli belirsiz. sonra oradan ko\u015far ad\u0131m uzakla\u015ft\u0131 ayakkab\u0131s\u0131n\u0131n bir tekini olay mahalinde b\u0131rakarak. ya\u011fmur ba\u015flad\u0131. ya\u011fmur iyiydi sonra. denize ko\u015ftu, soyundu, kendini so\u011fuk sulara b\u0131rakt\u0131, girdaplar onu dibe \u00e7ekti, bo\u011fuldu, \u00f6ld\u00fc.<\/p>\n

kurulad\u0131 kendini, havlusu kumland\u0131.. \u015fark\u0131 s\u00f6ylemek istedi ama akl\u0131na hi\u00e7bir \u015fark\u0131 gelmedi. haf\u0131zas\u0131n\u0131 kaybetti. ko\u015far ad\u0131m evine d\u00f6nd\u00fc. asans\u00f6rde \u00e7\u0131karken yan\u0131ndaki kad\u0131n\u0131n \u00f6l\u00fcs\u00fcne bakt\u0131 dikkatlice, kad\u0131n\u0131n topuklu ayakkab\u0131lar\u0131n\u0131 r\u00fck\u00fc\u015f buldu\u011funu s\u00f6yledi. kat\u0131na geldi asans\u00f6r, \u00e7\u0131kt\u0131, kap\u0131s\u0131n\u0131 a\u00e7t\u0131, yata\u011f\u0131n\u0131n \u00fczerinde bavulu vard\u0131. i\u00e7inden tabancas\u0131n\u0131 \u00e7\u0131kard\u0131, aynaya bakarak intihar etti. \u00f6ld\u00fc.<\/p>\n

NEFES ALAMIYORUM! dedi i\u00e7inden bir ses.<\/p>\n

son kez..<\/p>\n

11 Eyl\u00fcl 1996.<\/small><\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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Bug\u00fcn \u00f6nce Meren‘in bloguna bakt\u0131m, oradan Duygu Han\u0131m‘\u0131n bloguna yumu\u015fak bir ge\u00e7i\u015f ve sonras\u0131nda da, tavsiyeledi\u011fi Bar\u0131\u015f Erkol’un ISBN 976-08-6‘s\u0131nda Samantha Wolow‘la kar\u015f\u0131la\u015ft\u0131m. A\u015fa\u011f\u0131da g\u00f6rmelerde oldu\u011funuz m\u00fcthi\u015f g\u00fczel foto\u011fraf\u0131 oradan ald\u0131m. Tek foto\u011fraf da elbet g\u00fczel giderdi ama yan\u0131na da meze olaraktan benim eski yaz\u0131lardan birini oturtmak geldi i\u00e7imden. Az foto\u011fraf bilgim oldu\u011fundan, akl\u0131m hemen … Okumaya devam et “Nadas”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9,13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/667"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=667"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/667\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=667"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=667"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=667"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}