My late grandfather used to tell; they spent their childhood years among the riches of nature and read nature like a book. They made weapons from wooden pieces, houses from bark, stairs from pebbles, and toys from natural tools. If we had a ball, they would sigh and put the pieces of cloth together and fill it with wool to form a natural ball.
My late grandfather used to tell; In the mountains where capitalism could not reach, competition and ambition were less and people would come out in the evening without locking their doors. They used to start the day with unshrunken hopes and the children lived as soon as they listened to the tales. The ordeal of nature would not end, but people would heal with bread, water, air and soil and start the day in a fit way.
Back then, kids felt safe playing and didn't have nightmares of being kidnapped in broad daylight. There are no tools to pollute the children's feelings. They were not taken away from their games and left on roads that smelled of fog. At that time, the problems of finding a job, housing and health did not lead young minds to pessimism at the beginning of life.
My late grandfather used to tell; In those days, there were no cell phones that could not fall into the hands of people nowadays, communication was done face to face and relations were based on sharing. People were respected and entertained according to their hearts, not their pockets. Now all these seem like lives lived in fairy tales to us, right? Because now global culture has swept local riches and turned the world into a small village. Children in the village and in the city now live together with technology and look at the world through secular glasses.
My late grandfather used to tell; Strong ties of brotherhood and friendships were established at that time. People used to take their friends into consideration when writing their wills. Relationships are built on love and do not break easily.
Today, how much we all need uncontaminated love, friends with whom we have bonded hearts and places that smell of earth, don't we? But alas! We have polluted the earth with our hands and made it uninhabitable.
Which of us is able to protect ourselves completely from the dirt vapor invading our streets?
Which of us can cross the street of selfishness, arrogance and passion?
The world is covered in misty smoke, and we are trying to find our way with the dim lamps in our hands… Isn't it true?
Are you objecting? You can't, we can't...
Because we are the children of this age and we go to the dirt. If we can move forward without losing the spark within us, you can be sure that those dim lamps will turn into torches...
The heroes who will change the color of the age will emerge from this geography, we believe in this.