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Turkish Daily News, Turkey
Jan 25 2007
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Thursday, January 25, 2007
The voice of silence:
Fehmi KORU, Yeni Şafak
People don't walk too often in Turkey. We in general don't like to
walk. We don't take morning walks for a healthier life, neither do we
march in the streets for a case that we believe in. Only funerals can
make us march; which usually turns into more of an ideological show.
I believe yesterday was exceptional. It is impossible to categorize
the tens of thousands as holders of a single ideology who walked from
the Agos newspaper's office to Taksim, and then to Yenikapi. The
crowd reflected a very rich spectrum of differences.
Silence does indeed have a voice. If this wasn't so, could the
message given by the thousands walking in silence have echoed so
loudly? Most probably, none of us in the procession had similar
thoughts in mind. Still, we walked feeling the same anguish for our
loss.
Whoever I am, Dink was a complimentary element of my identity. I
felt "complete" at times when I spent time with him. This might sound
selfish, but those who shot him also took something away from me. As
I walked in the silent procession, I swore that I continuously heard
the same voice saying: no matter how much pain we feel, it can hardly
match the greatness of our loss.
From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress
Jan 25 2007
What others say
Thursday, January 25, 2007
The voice of silence:
Fehmi KORU, Yeni Şafak
People don't walk too often in Turkey. We in general don't like to
walk. We don't take morning walks for a healthier life, neither do we
march in the streets for a case that we believe in. Only funerals can
make us march; which usually turns into more of an ideological show.
I believe yesterday was exceptional. It is impossible to categorize
the tens of thousands as holders of a single ideology who walked from
the Agos newspaper's office to Taksim, and then to Yenikapi. The
crowd reflected a very rich spectrum of differences.
Silence does indeed have a voice. If this wasn't so, could the
message given by the thousands walking in silence have echoed so
loudly? Most probably, none of us in the procession had similar
thoughts in mind. Still, we walked feeling the same anguish for our
loss.
Whoever I am, Dink was a complimentary element of my identity. I
felt "complete" at times when I spent time with him. This might sound
selfish, but those who shot him also took something away from me. As
I walked in the silent procession, I swore that I continuously heard
the same voice saying: no matter how much pain we feel, it can hardly
match the greatness of our loss.
From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress