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here we go again

Here we go again
We are settling here in Luxembourg
In an old industrial place called Belval and Esch Zur Alzette
I hear French and I look stupid
Here is the chimney
Here is the residence
Here is the university
Here is the bank
Here are the friends and colleagues
I am settling again
This does not mean I am settling for long
for who knows when I settle if I stay there
I am a Roma and a Nomad and a Turk
So it seems when my mom said
the world is large and so she should live
she meant that I would migrate from place to place
no excitement for me
no bungee jumping
no skydiving
no kitesurfing
just some traveling and researching
that is all I do
in fact, it is true that I feel
a little bit like a stranger everywhere
and I hear a girl screaming upstairs
then I watch the videos of the police taking away the protestors in Turkey
I watch with eyes that are full of tears
but then I go and take a coffee away from fight, hurdle, and ideology
what do I do when things happen to my country?
when they change the educational system
when they change the constitution
when they take young people inside the prisons
i watch only
and cry

then I come back to reality
I am a nomad and a Roma and a Turk
Yet married and somehow religious sometimes
but everything that I learned was via Nazim Hikmet and
thanks to him that I feel that leftist vein in me
I feel that I have to do something
so I decided I will play big
I thought a lot about it
I will play big
I have some great plans concerning the resurrection
And one of them is for sure
Not to be a bourgeoisie
But yet I am one of them
And when I see the old chimneys of the industrial sites
I think of the workers going to the factories
I go to my office in the same way they go to work
But I sit down and mine is easier, I just type and read and talk
And there is no assembly line
Though there is a division of labor
And they will pay me well or said they so
But there I left my cat and my husband
I am a Turk I am a nomad I am a Roma
I am a wife
I am a sister
I am a bad bad aunt
How do we do it?
Never figured out
To be able to save the people being a bourgeoisie
away from everything
away from everyone
away from my heart my roots my generations
I have a plan
I have a plan
I have a plan
In my head
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