Dear Martin,

I am in a white tower tonight. A lonely big room. Nobody is able to hurt me at the moment. There is no ogre. Every room in the white tower is really kind to me. I can’t stand being on real streets anymore tonight. I discovered this secret tower while I was walking along the dark road. This is the night I’ve had blues again. I thought  it may be better for me to pass the night here safe. Far away from honks, loud voices, rush. I am available to live on my own tonight. There are great short stories lying on the wood floor and very long poems going upstairs in the white tower to pass the night tonight. Every basic need to survive in life is nearby me. I have very long hair tonight. If you wonder the stories in the white tower, you might come over tonight. I won’t be here tomorrow. This is the only time I will be reading the story of the white tower. Tomorrow? Who knows? This is the plan only for tonight. No more stories belong to the white tower will be living with me again. This is a kind and friendly invitation to make you dream the white tower stories. Coming or not… I have very very long hair tonight. We will not need perfect translations of human behaviour to get along as we have known each other for centuries. Everything will be easy. I promise, the white tower is confident. As you, as me, as years… As blues walking around empty streets in decades which we had been two children many years ago. I need your frankly friendship tonight. I have always wanted to wander around in a secret story which the plot was written by two writers at the same night with blues as dreamy as we have missed everything we missed in years. Time is never the same time. This white tower is foggy enough to make us invisible in a story to be two main characters who will be unknown forever. I have very very long hair tonight.

The Secret Letter
Hülya Uçar.

Dear Martin, with all my confusions, then; my fears, at last, my joylessness… I am here. I decided on staying here. The best thing to do at the moment is being motionless. I’m only drinking cups of coffee and sitting here and away. Don’t make any sentences cause I’m not listening to you and your advice right now. I’m thinking about all evil and kindness in my life. I wonder where you are now. What should I do now? To believe you or not… The strange is I’m coming back from all your long stories and looking forward to seeing you in another long story. Is being with you inevitable? Days and nights are passing in a way, you are losing the key on an avenue, as soon as it begins to rain, the story starts with its all longlessness. I am here. It is an August night on an avenue in the rain… Passing all the walkers, drivers, riders, pipe dreamers, I am sitting motionless. Thinking of you, Dear Martin. Thinking of you…

The Lover’s Letters
Hülya Uçar.

Dear Martin, I am terribly mistaken. The longer the silence went on, I decided to keep my quietness more and more. Even years will go by, I won’t start to talk again. I have always found myself hoping you to come home back, I had believed you with all questions and farness before you were gone one night. Now? I have been addicted to your absence and forgotten love. I hardly hurt while we were in the same city borders, now I’ve been always hurting my face in the mirror for hours looking forward to seeing you standing by me… I realize that I have created a terrible mess in my life with your long going. I thought, I could have lived without you, but Dear Martin, I am terribly mistaken…Sorry for leaving you, billions of pardons, Martin…Time is losing our hopes and faith, you belong to me…I am terribly in love with you. I was feeling as a beautiful woman in your deep heart. I want you back, Martin. I want you back. I am terribly mistaken…

The Letter
Hülya Uçar.