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Book:
I
came, I Saw, I Passed, I Left
Page:
279
Author: Ilhan MIMAROGLU
A
dream about the Mardins*
Ilhan
MIMAROGLU during his presentation
at the Marmara-Manhattan on October 6, 2004.
(Right:
Bircan Ünver)
Presented by
Ilhan MIMAROGLU
One of my very seldom dreams. They are burying me in that
pit wrapping me in a shroud made of the plastics which
are used as garbage bags here. In some way or other I
get out of that pit. I start wandering here and there
as a grave fugitive in a black plastic shroud. There is
nobody around. Inside me I have a feeling similar to joy.
I could both be a grave fugitive and have no people in
masses around me. On top of that, there is no sun. Darkness
has fallen altogether.
The
pit they’ve put me in is on the Istanbul side. I
have to get on a ferry and go to Kadikoy. Gungor is waiting
at the house in Moda. She’ll get worried if I’m
late. However I don’t have any money with me for
the ferry. What should I do? So I go to New York to ask
Arif Mardin for money. Arif and Latife are across from
me. They seem indifferent about my black plastic shroud
attire. They must be saying to themselves: “Strange
man! He just happened to dress like this today, you see!”
I
will ask for money so that I can get on the ferry to Kadikoy.
But how much? 5 dollars? 10 dollars?
The
dream finishes there, like a film with no end.
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Translated
into English by Figen Bingül
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"Arif
Mardin: Journey in the Music World"
titled event written and presented by Arif MARDIN, produced
by Bircan Ünver for the Light Millennium on October
6, 2004 at The Marmara Manhattan Hotel in New York City.
-- Special Thanks to: Julie
MARDIN, Joe MARDIN & Sedat NEMLI. Also Thanks to Figen
BINGUL, Erhan BERBER, Aysel TOPRAKLI & Didem YILMAZ.
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