the sound track of a scene of fatih akın`s movie gegen die wand / head-on. It`s a typical scene, very realistic. less realistic is, that Cahit wasn`t deported after his sentence, but this might have been different in times the story took time …

sunday is market day and i love to buy things, which I don`t know how to cook. yesterday it have been some artichokes, the season has begun and so they were just 1YTL each.
so what to do with them? google told me to cook them quite long - the recipes were between 12 and 35 min - in water with salt and lemon. and as I thought about what to serve with, I remembered, that I wanted to try sauce mayonnaise or aioli and finally I did something im between. The strange thing: it got thicker the more oil I put in, so at the end I had much more, than I needed.
so today I will have to serve something, which goes good with the rest. my plan is, potatoes, chicken and salad. yummy, değil mi?

ekşi sözlük isn`t a very political web site, it was more or less a board for gozzip and party tips. No idea why, but it is censored now. So you see a page very similar to the one shown, when youtube was banned:

Still this rule of repressive acts is strange to me. all this party people aren`t a thread for states power at all, but by censoring there might be a chance to bring some glance f political thinking - ok i`m a dreamer ….

EDİT: here the news on todays zaman

some days ago i read an article about a young women who recently was deported to turkey. She lived in Berlin most of her life, integrated in the german society, self confident and after being forced to go to turkey she was treated by her father like a personal property, not allowed to leave the house and sold in a forced marriage.
I got a little bit angry. This article is critizizing deportation (I use this word for “Abschiebung” even if I know that it will cause a association to German “Deportationen” which is used for people being forced in concentration camps, which is not comparable). But all the arguments is about the outstanding injustice in this case, and the strange image of turkey. I have seen Iskenderun and ıts not like this, that being sold to a men is normal there, Iskenderun is a quite open town.
I know many people being deported from germany and for none of them ıts easy to live here. most of them where born in germany or lived there since they were childs. I share many experiences, we grew up in the same country, sometimes lived in the same subculture. Had similar conflicts and last but not least similar problems getting used to turkish society and language. the difference was, that I am here by will, they because they have the wrong passport.
mostly people are deported because of using criminalized drugs, sometimes because of other criminalized behaviour. I never saw any anti-deportation-campaign focusing this. Its always the well integrated, charming, good foreigner, maybe getting in trouble for noble reasons, political, anyway. That happens, but its not the point. deportation is wrong also if the deported was causing “trouble”. İf someone grow up in germany and becomes criminal - beside the question which behaviour is criminalized - its a problem of society there. It is partly a question of what behaviour “foreigners” - what a strange word for people who grow up in a country - are expected from. and it is sometimes behaviour I dont want to excuse and i want to be sentenced if ı see any sense ın punishment, but its never a reason to send somebody in an other country, just because some ancestors were living there.

today it happened that I thought about me moving out of my flat. I will move to Berlin in july, and İ will go on travel in june, so its just some weeks to stay here any more.

despite the fact, I do not really fel like moving to germöany, it will be some stuff to organize. It would be great to find someone to take over my flat, İ need a place for my cat and last but not least, I will need a room in berlin. so if someone knows a room in a shared flat with at least two three other people , cheap, and with some nice flatmates, give me a note, please. I would prefer to stay in Neukoelln, to avoid a big cultural shock and it should be free from Aug 1th … maybe …. sometimes it works to publish stuff like this in a blog.

somehow the debate about former nazis in the elite of the post 1945 germany seemed to be over, as most of them died. So the modern nationalism of the `68 generation could took place, the acceptance of german guilt and the image of the converted germany.
so the newest debate about filbinger, a high politician in the 60`ies and 70`ies, maybe one of the first, whose NS past turned to be harmful for his career, is a little bit surprising. in opposite to the modern line, one can now deny the guilt of individuals. In opposite? All the speak about collective guilt learning makes this ignorance of individual guilt possible its one way, and thus the reconciliation between grandchildren and grandparents.

elenore wants me to go on in fary telling, jelli did, and so it is my turn to go further.
… getting rid of this guy meant, to find a good story, why we have to go. we said, we suddenly have to go to adana. so we found ourself in İskenderun, where we ate künefe, a incredible sweet, warm cake with cheese inside, somehow not typical turkish food, as sweet and salty is not often combined.
we took a walk and found a play yard, I was wondering, if I would be considered to be to old to play, as i recognized, that it was meant a a fitness park for adults or elder. we spent halve an hour trimming …
stopping a car outside the town we luckily were brought to a perfect place for relaxing. an out of season tourist resort, a village regarding to the social structure of maybe 5 familis living there from october till may, regarding to appearance more or less a ghost town, cafe`s bars, restaurants, but all closed.
The people there seemed to see us like the first birds coming after the winter back to warmer areas, as a first sign of the soon starting summer. And several invitations brought some view in the every-days life as well as good food and coffee.
at the 4th day it was time to go, as village live can be relaxing for some days and interesting, but I don`t really want to be integrated in this.
so we had a little discussion whether to go back hitchhiking or take the train. me, I liked the idea of being lazy for a day in the train, as there is rarely a cheaper possibility to do than this train. but it didn`t go at a good time for us, just a more expensive faster train was available. so it would have been less train for more money, we decided to use our dump.
first we catched a car with an ağabey and his kardeş, the first talking about how women are like in germany, but luckily it just took half an hour which he mostly used for counting the depths his brother had to him. (-miş, I would like this form in more languages)
the rest of the day was filled with the stories of the life of a trucker, transporting cars from istanbul to hatay and a night in the tent in middle of a petrol station after some dinner in the truck and a beer each for us and half a bottle vodka for him. Oy, this man was sad a little bit, but nice. just the next day was not as talky any more, as somehow everything was said.
Meanwhile there was sun even i,n the north and we could appreciate the landscape, especially the red stones at bolu dağı.