This is home where i was born and lived my childhood. Although it is belong to stranger families and their children anymore, there is not a single dream in which i am in another place than this neighborhood, Beybagi.
Like in my cousin’s humble poem; My beloved Beybagi/ Where i grow my dreams in its gardens / Where i grow its gardens in my dreams.
My father’s uncle wrote this poem for Beybagi.
and this is my father, with his beloved fruit garden.
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