Time Doesn’t Pass There; It Is as if Time Has Frozen …

Abstract

My return was magnificent. On an airplane of course … There is no going there or coming back by bus or train. After the incidence of thirty-three soldiers being executed on the BingÖl highway, they take you to the airport in civilian cars with escort. When I reached my hometown, Artvin, my mother was shocked, of course. She knew that my military service was over but my coming to Artvin on that day was a surprise.