Everything I Remember
"Memories"
I woke up very early this Sunday morning and once again witnessed the insatiable beauty of the sunrise... My radio was singing a beautiful song, and it was sung by FERDİ ÖZBEGEN, one of the most valuable voices in TAVERNA music... I listen to those beautiful soulful songs full of love and love he sings with great pleasure, as on the first day, and when necessary, I accompany my soul to rest from time to time... Today was one of those days...
The childhood years of my life, my mother, my father, my friends, the streets and roads of the city where we were born, those beautiful days, all of which are now sweet memories, came to my mind...
The words of the concert, which sounded pleasant and deep to my ears, were as follows; "I remember everything, as if it were yesterday, everything that is yours that came from you, I remember everything. Ah those days, those days are like strangers now, they took a day's happiness, a lifetime.
The lyrics of the song went on and on, "What a day, oh those days... I started writing with these feelings... Our childhood and youth years, lives, cultural and SOCIAL structure, IDEOLOGICAL perspectives were very different, sometimes when we think about those years, it is almost as if It's as if we lived in another WORLD, in another COUNTRY... It was a privilege to be a child in our time, at least I think so... We were FREE at first, we were FREE... Now children have tiny rooms. and prisoners (!) for their worlds that fit inside tiny screens... LAPTOPS on the table, smart PHONE in hand, and SMART in children, they are prisoners. In our childhood, we used to go to our friends' house unannounced. We knelt at the table, shared a loaf of bread, laughed... We addressed our friend's mother as MOM. MOM would yell at the mother from the window Aynur lady Orhan would yell don't worry, let them sleep here with Kadri and close the window... Now the children used to go to a friend days ago. He gives a call, calls his mother, gives a time. With military discipline and permission, he goes to his friend, they enter a room and start playing war or football games in the WORLD, which is fitted on a tiny screen...
In our time, mothers would say, "My son, it's evening, come on, come home, he would shout", he would get angry and complain to our father "Look, Ali is not listening to me, look, take care of your son"... Of course, we are at home... He is angry with his children, shouting, threatening the father that instead of complaining, I will confiscate his laptop, I will take his phone, he scares him... In our time, when the children were playing ball in the street, the girls were jumping rope and playing hopscotch, we were always together, we used to fight together and get beaten together... Now children are playing virtual in virtual friendship in virtual friendship with children thousands of kilometers away they have not seen their face... they have adapted... We didn't have any money problems in our childhood, because we didn't have any money(!), there was no need for money... Now the child Every thought and wish of children requires money. In our childhood, our elders used to ask us what we will be when you grow up... Now every parent has dreams about the future of their children, no one asks the child... We had mothers and fathers in our childhood. The mothers and fathers of all our friends were mothers and fathers to us.
Now children can't see their own parents... Mothers and fathers are at work, the child is at school and after dinner for 10 minutes, the children are imprisoned in their small-screen worlds in their rooms with phones and laptops. Mom and dad are at the beginning of the TV series... So my beautiful mother is fortunate that we were born just in time. !)... We couldn't be parents like you, maybe we were defeated by TECHNOLOGY...
Unfortunately, the brains washed by capitalism failed in this regard... I hope the great artist FERDİ ÖZBEGEN's soul rests in peace and his place is in heaven...
I say be full of RESPECT, stay with love.
