What is Sevim Sümbül Chasing? (Sevim Sümbül Neyin Peşinde?)
The Book Published By Fantastik Kitap
Translated By Hülya Uçar (Some part of first novella orijinal called ‘Sevim Sümbül Neyin
Peşinde?’from beginning was translated.)
“I have been flying like a phantom, I have nothing to show as an evidence of the coffee I drink is real…” Sevim Sümbül…
There is no doubt that realities have been going ahead for centuries without losing its popularity, but dreams have been extraordinary and long fantastic lives which stand among that crowdedness.
People really don’t take wise ones seriously in the city called “The Eye Of A Needle”, here the earthlings who are thought mad in an ordinary life exist as locals for they are the majority of the odd city. I walked into a horrible tobacco smelling place and had a seat. I lit up a cigarette and began to watch Red Shirt Street. When you don’t have a quick mind or you aren’t in the mood for doing anything, then watching becomes a very serious work. While a man wearing muddy boots is walking, you are thinking whether you put out the cigarette which you smoked lying on the bed, if you had forgotten it, it is impossible to get home in time even you get up of the cafe right away and run through five streets, maybe the house weren’t burned down, the bed sure would cacth fire, it is raging fire at the moment, someone must see the smoke and call in a fire, there is nothing to do more, go on sitting at the same place, order another cup of coffee, I just wonder who is crazier among the ones passing the street, I am violently angry at worsening of my reflux pain, no, I must have put out that cigarette, yeah, I remember the ashtray thinking full of stubs, I am definetely sure I had put out the bloody cigarette, again I wonder why you’re always smoking cigarette Lying on bed as a bubblehead, oh Gosh! Who’s that man?, Hey! You!, he is continuously reading a yellow covered book in his hand, what is he reading?, damn! can’t see, I insist on the same stuff, what the hell he is reading!, he sat at the next table, he’s pulling the chair and sat without taking his eyes off the book, what a smart man!, wow!, beckoning to the waiter but he’s always keeping his eyes on the bloody book, for God’s sake, it must be a cat’s whiskers clearly, he says “Coffee”” without raising his head, I remembered to worry about my apartment if it is burned, but thinking more, if the fire truck were passing through here or upper street now, it could be burned, I wish he spills coffee on his shirt so that I may see the name of the book when he left it on the table just for a second, what a big problem!, shall I pity my fate about the cigarette causing a fire or the title I couldn’t get, what a bloody luck it is, he sometimes nods his head by himself, why don’t you put the book on the table, he is such a sinister man who you can never ask a kind of question like “Excuse me, What are you reading?”, it seems like l catch a whiff of burning smell, even as it was my home, I will just make one wish, “Let the man put the book on the table!”, I’m dying so much that I don’t care even my apartment is burning now, I would like to turn my head and look at the street watching people passing by me, but at this certain time what happens if the man leaves that bloody book only for a second and I miss it, no! I can’t take that risk, I should keep staring at him, someone must have noticed he has been watching and may have turned his head, but not this time, he is in another world, flown far away, and my home may be as well, going up in endless smoke, on one hand he’s sipping his coffee, on the other hand keeping on reading without wiggling his head, if I were him, I would already split the coffee on that book, clumsy life, but him?, he is a very intelligent guy, drinking cofffee and reading the book at the same time, I had gotten out of the bed and walked in to the living room when the phone rang (for a moment naturally), Had I gone back to the bedroom and lied down again or Had I left home once?, if I had left immediately then that is sure I had forgetten the cigarette to put out and now my apartment has already burned so far, now let me relax, I’m lighting one more cigarette and ordering one more cup of coffee, this can’be his state, God knows in which world he is flying now, my apartment is sure burning and I am deeply occupied with the book in the man’s hand, he’s scratching his head, put the book down!, I beg you, please scratch your head with two hands, lean back, watch the street, life is passing by you, the one sitting next to you is gazing at you forever and ever, you are the main point of all her life, her apartment or your book, oh Gosh! what a stability!, I envied that, if I had the half of the attention he had, I would be sure wheter I put the hell cigarette out or not, I can’t believe my eyes that the man yawned, he put the book on the table as the cover of it on top! “The Book Of Understanding And Dreaming The Stars.”