Gönderilmemis mektuplar

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- Is my beautiful wife getting tired?

- It is almost done.

- I got these for Raki.

- Sure...

Don't bother yourself.

- Never mind.

Is Auntie showing around the house?

My late brother found out that

there could be coal in Amasra.

He tried hard and get engineers from

France. He finally found the coal.

We gained a lot from these mines. Not

only us, but the whole Amasra did.

He loved these mines as his children.

He was calling them "My elder,

my middle, my younger".

The most dutiful came out to be the

middle one. It was so productive.

Cem... Brother... Cem

Cemal...

What are you doing here?

- You should run away now!

The Gendarmerie found out your place.

- Stop! What are you doing?

Isn't he Mehmet's son?

Which one is he?

The one who died was Cem. He is

Cemal, the youngest one.

- Welcome

- Thanks.

He's not been around for a long time.

He was grieved for his brother's

death and went away.

He's working on the ships, I suppose.

It's been 20 years now.

The upper neighborhood.

Everyone is spread out to Nice,

London, Istanbul. The four of...

us remain in this house. When the

coal finished, so did this house.

- When were the mines nationalized?

- In 1936.

- Did they pay you good?

- Good? It was not even equal...

to the value of middle mine.

- Which one was the middle mine?

The one at the Black Peak. Shall we

change the subject Auntie?

How are the preparations, Maestro?

- Everyone is so eager

It is going to be a good concert.

They are working hard.

Will you sing your father's song?

- I don't know...

there are unreadable parts

- Don't worry. We'll complete it.

I'll appreciate that.

Cemal?!

Unfortunately...

Mom.

Mom.

Come Cemal! Come in.

I could not reach you earlier. It

took time for me to find your company.

And when I found, your ship was in

the middle of the ocean.

Thanks Seyfi.

When it rains, electricity goes off.

My late brother used wind force when...

there was no electricity in Amasra.

- How?

By a wind propeller. There it is...

hanging on the pole.

I asked many times Ali to repair it,

but he didn't.

You're right Mrs. Munevver.

We keep saying alternative energy.

Don't worry, I will send a craftsman

from the municipality to repair it.

Thank you Mr. Mayor.

Shall we turn the radio on?

Ceren's program is about to start.

Maybe they don't want to listen, Ali.

- I think she is very successful.

I prefer her being a successful

student.

Dont't listen to her.

It's another a way of praise.

Mehmet Demirhan was 77 years old. Our

condolence to his family and friends.

I wonder whether Cemal made it?

Seyfi had reached him but...

I hope he whould stay.

Poor woman, she is all alone...

Mr. Mehmet died. Prepare the grave

next to Cem tomorrow morning.

Good evening. I'm Ceren. It's 9 pm

and I am with you once again.

We've been talking about traveling

for some time now, seeing other...

countries, other people and cultures.

And for the last few programs, we're...

talking about South America. I give

you the information from brochures...

and books. Now, I have a chance to go

and see in real. I submitted an...

application to an international youth

camp,

and if they accept, I will go to Uruguay.

The camp will last 6 months.

I will stay in a village.

People from everywhere will also come

to help inhabitants.

I'll have lots of things to tell you

when I come back.

I will be the first one going to

Uruguay from Amasra.

Dad?

- Hi Dad.

- Welcome.

- Did you listen the program?

- It was crowded here you know...

And we've learned that you're going

away by the way.

- I have told you, Mom.

- You said you wanted to go...

we didn't know you are about to go.

- Good night

- I want discuss this issue.

- I have to write to Uruguay.

- At this time of night?

- It is daytime there, Mom.

- There is nothing to worry about.

- I don't know.

When she wants something, she sees

nothing else. We won't live forever...

I am very sorry for Elmas.

Welcome back.

My condolences.

- Thanks.

He was a father for all of us.

I will check with Elmas. See you.

Welcome back.

- My condolences.

- Thank you.

- My condolences Ms. Elmas.

- Thank you.

- The first words of these two lines.

- But it can't be ready...

for the concert anymore.

- Let's find the words, the rest is easy.

- Can we start Mr. Timur?

- Sure... Come on everybody.

We can even start the concert

with this song.

- Go away! Now!

- Mom... Gulfem...

Go Cem... Don't ever come

back again.

Ceren!... Dinner is ready...

All these years... Didn't he miss

his country?

He didn't worry about his parents?

- Sailing away for 20 years!

- It is not our business Auntie.

Gulfem, come to shipyard

to decide the color. - O. K

Why was he sailing away?

The guy that you were talking about...

He is a sailor.

- I wonder if he'd come to my program?

- Ceren, he is mourning.

We were afraid of him rather than

the president of the club.

Once I was late for the exercise.

I was f***ed up. He was playing good.

If it was today, one of the big

teams would take him.

He was left footed. Like Sergen.

I think these two pictures tell

about him better.

He was our captain everywhere.

This is from the picnic we

went with Gulfem.

Were you there too? The rain had

started suddenly, remember?

- No I wasn't. - You didn't

join us much. You were sober.

Cem was enthusiastic, aggressive...

and he loved you so much.

- Yes.

They didn't let me join them much.

I was little then...

I used to watch them from afar

with admiration.

The love of Cem and Gulfem looked

like the old times' love.

Yet, she got married before

mourning ended.

Cem and Gulfem's song.

I recorded it.

How beautifully she sings,

doesn't she?

Because Cem loved the song,

she learned it in one day.

This is Cem.

- Hi!

- Hi Ceren.

- I would like to see Mr. Seyfi.

- He is on the way...

Wait if you want.

Can I help you?

I just want to meet a friend of him.

I would ask him...

helping me to find Cemal Demirhan...

Excuse me.

- Are you always that lucky?

- Are you him?

- My name fits and I am his friend.

- Great, I am doing a radio program.

I'd like to make an interview with

you. It starts at 9 p. m.

- If you'll spare one hour for me.

- What is the subject?

I make programs about going away.

I try to tell that there are other lives

out of Amasra. Nobody looks outside.

I learned that you've traveled around

the world for 20 years.

- That's what I want to talk about.

- I was a sailor.

- Traveling the world is different.

- Don't say like that.

Sailing on the oceans, docking to

unknown harbors How do you feel?

These are incredible things.

- Your name?

- Ceren. Sorry... meeting you suddenly...

- Never mind...

but this interview is not my kind.

I'll appreciate if you don't insist.

- O. K?

- All right, Mr. Seyfi...

- Was that Ceren leaving?

- Yes.

Why did she come?

Hi, Cemal!

- She asked me to join her program.

- You refused, of course.

- For God's sake.

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