Thank God street dogs of hope was wondering in the heart of life
like Diogenes. Ümit got out of the cab in front of his house. A sad light was
infiltrating outside the window. So his mother was still awake Ümit put his embarrassed
finger on the doorbell. His mother's anxious footsteps was heard from inside.
''Who is it?''
''It's me mom.''
''Come inside my son.''
Torpidness was sitting at the corner in striped pijamas.
''Good evening dad.''
''Good evening.''
As Ümit was sailing his room, his mother asked:
''Are you hungry, shall I prepare some food son?''
''No mom I'm not, I'd rather go to bed.'' Ümit shot down his
bleeding sorrow to his room.''
The sound of horseshoes of the black horses of despair were
being heard from the sky. The sky was being enlightened like exploding
flashbulbs with the sparkles of the shields and swords that were in
battle. Their blood was spurting onto
the city ruthlessly. The city was repeating an inured tiredness: The retired
people were falling down like grapes from the branch of life.
The shutters that were closed without any sales added one more
ring to the chain of despair...
But the football chatters were going on in the coffee shops
steadily. There were spider webs in the libraries..In his office in the
Security Department, Cemal was listening to Ümit's report.
''Captain, the identity of the victim became clear. Her name is
Gülsüm Şencanlı. She is a known prostitute. She is known as Fettan Gülsüm. She
is famous for trapping very young girls,
and selling them.''
''God damn bitch'' exclaimed Cemal, unable to control himself.
''Her folder is thick because of her many crimes. She got
benefit of the pardon and was discharged. She took over her business as soon
she got out...''
''So this one also got the benefit of pardon, huh''
At that point, Cemal's heart had untightened the warp attached
to the port of anxiety. His conscious was as light as a feather... Whoever this
murderer was, he was specifically killing the traders that enjoyed the fruits
of the last law of pardon.
''Ok tell me Şehrazat.Well...Ümit.''
With startled eyes, Ümit looked over Cemal.
''The report of legal medicine is the same as the others...
Which means we don't have anything new in our hands...With your permission I am
deepening the investigation about the victim.''
''Ok, go ahead.'' said Cemal. The peaceful birds of relaxation
settled on the edge of Cemal's eyebrows. The night had penetrated to the marrow
of the city. Houses were all black
silent.
The transparent wreckages of the city, meaning the street kids
and the homeless, those trying to find consolation from thinner and alcohol,
street dogs of loneliness and Cemal had been left in the deep darkness of the
city. Cemal's loneliness was a heavy tonnage one. He still couldn't have forgotten Gamze. In
fact he never wanted to. Though She had never erased anyone's name from his heart. All the Love that
penetrated his life was like an old letter in deep corners of his heart. Some
nights these pavements would be the residence of his sorrow.
Cemal was walking towards the heart of the night, as if he had never stopped. He also didn't know the
target of his sorrow. All of a sudden, a shadow approached from a desolate
corner. An old man with his glimpsing eyes, and shabby dress crossed his way.
He said ''Hey boy! Leave the pain. Shake off and kiss the pink
cheeks of hope. Never forget that every love is an excuse for you to get
burned. You are propeller turning around yourself'' and dissapeared in the
darkness again. This time Cemal was not
surprised. He got used to it. Taking a deep breath, he directed the barrel of
his loneliness towards the house. He went into the house like a storm and lit
all the lights one by one. He angrily stepped towards Gamze's picture that was
standing on the table. He got the frame and angrily threw it to the wall.
''Now I'm content...''
Mountains on his heart became vapor and flew away. Everything
looked brighter than before.
''Enough is enough. What was that, he cried.''
He immediately went to the bathroom and washed his sweaty face.
His eyes were reflecting a clean page now.
Finally he had destroyed the fixture icon of his heart.
In the morning, he woke up with a flock of sparrows fluttering
in his soul cage.
He ran out of bed like a pebble
stone out of a child's sling. The doorbell rang as he was leaving the bathroom
and heading towards the kitchen. It didn't sound like a doorbell to Cemal, but
like a dancing melody. Whistling he headed towards the door. As soon as he opened
the door he kissed the amazement on Jale's face on the lips. Girl's face turned
into embarrassed red. Her eyes became the motherland of excitement.
Cemal entered the station with a cigarette in his hand with it's
pleasurable smoke and the wanderer birds of reverie in his inner pocket.
Those who have seen the fall of nervous fortress on his face
couldn't leave their eyes. And the careless mimics that were organized on his
face were so alien to the people of the office. Cemal even saluted one or two.
People around him thought that this was a symptom of the doomsday.
As he was passing by the table of theft his eyes met with a
young and beautiful woman officer's eyes. ''Not a bad girl at all Cemal
murmured, turning and looking back. The girl was smiling to herself trying to
cover up her shyness. What a girl she was!.. Her hair was like a bundle of
freesia of Van Gogh yellow. Who knows to which blue sea belonged her
eyes...Would Cemal's eyes be able to swim in this wild blueness.
While Cemal was writing his every
step with all the comfort and renewing
on the white paper of his life,
his friends who were not used to his late coming was wondering where he
was coming from. Cemal glided into his office like a swan.
All the startled eyes were directed towards
him. The molotov cocktail that was ready to explode every minute had gone, and
a calm ocean wave had come instead.
''Good morning chief.''
''Good morning.''
''Are you fine.''
''Of course I am. Why?''
Well...We wondered about you because
you were late.''
He said I had some business to do
and walked towards his table. Necati’s hands were shaking with confusion as he
brought the brewed tea to be drunk with his newly lit cigarette.
The raindrops were passing by
licking the windows of the office with their mysterious whispers. A timid
silence was walking outside. Cemal lifted his head up by a uniformed sentence
that stood upon his ear:
''Chief you have a call.''
''Who is it?''
''Doesn't say who it is. This
person insists on talking to you''
''Ok, I’ll take it.''
''Cemal's telephone rang to a
piercing tension: ''Hello, who is it?''
''There's blood under every word.''
Cemal got startled as if he had a
slap on his face. The inscriptions that were carved on the corpses were not published
in the press. And this sounded like the others. He pulled himself up
immediately and gave a signal for the colleagues to identify the location of
the caller.
''Yes I am listening to you, what
do you want?''
''Justice!''
''Will you be more specific?''
''Tell me Captain Cemal, if the
state itself puts a dynamite to the foundation of justice, what would a victim
do?''
''What do you mean?''
''If you want to find me, search the
beginnings carefully...''
''Hello! Hello! Hello!''
''...''
'' Could you identify the
location?''
''No Chief. He hung up too early.''
Cemal put the receiver back slowly.
''If the state itself puts a
dynamite to the foundation of justice...Yes it's definitely connected to the
law of pardon. But how!?. Well, what did he mean when he said search the
beginnings...Beginnings of murders, or beginnings of law of pardon ?
Or something else?..
This discomforting telephone call put an end to all the happiness
that had played on his heart like a ladybug, with the stroke of a sword. A worried voice spoke five minutes later:
''Chief, it's him again.''
''Put him on right away!''
Telephone was put on immediately: ''Hello!''
''Blood voices on my handkerchief'
..''
''Hello! Hello! Hello!!..He killed
someone again...''
The moon was whispering to the city
from the gap of black clouds. The vibrant black hair of the sky was leaning on
to the face of the city drop by drop. Desolation was standing in front of the
night like a drawn switchblade
(To be continued)
[SERKAN ENGIN]
Translated
by Metin Anli
Edited
by Aparajita Sen
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