Winter Sleep Page #13

Suavi, my brother,

then you'll have to create them.

- It's great if you can create, mate.

- But listen.

We want to live life to the full

but other people

can criticise you for that.

You clash, you collide with them

when your paths cross.

But curious, innovative people

with strong personalities do it different.

Oddly enough,

this conflict nourishes them.

In a way, it stretches them.

Conflicts expand their minds

and feed their creativity.

Now when I look at them,

they ignore the critics

because they have courage.

That's the way we should be.

They could come to us and say,

"You drink all that wine,

stuff your faces,

"then talk about helping

the schools of the poor."

I say we should ignore it

and move forward.

For example, after the earthquake,

six years ago,

when you didn't open

your hotel to victims

but to aid organisations,

maybe to line your pockets...

I mean that's what

some people might think.

That's quite interesting,

what he says.

Or they might reproach you

for being well-heeled.

- They might.

- Hold on.

Just a minute.

What's that got to do with it?

How did you bring this up?

I'm giving an example.

Are you trying to imply something?

If we didn't allow victims in,

there was obviously a good reason.

It's easy to make unfounded

allegations, with no knowledge.

Hundreds of people came from abroad.

Where were they supposed to stay?

Where were they to stay?

Who was supposed to save people

under the rubble?

- I didn't deny that...

- Nobody thinks about that.

It was just an example.

Come on, these judgments you make

don't suit you, Mr Blent.

- Who's judging? I was saying...

- That's no good.

I maybe didn't express myself right.

I meant something else.

- Levent, you said it wrong.

- I didn't.

There is some truth in what you said,

but you expressed it badly.

I'm just saying these people exist...

What's your example

got to do with my case?

I just said

people could talk like that.

And another thing, hold on.

I'm saying the same thing.

There's no counting the donations

I've made over the years.

Great, but I'm saying...

Only yesterday,

I donated a huge sum to charity.

How about that?

And all these years

I have always kept my name a secret.

- He's right.

- Bravo.

I'm not criticising.

He just couldn't express himself.

But I still can't get rid of

the sarcasm and snide remarks.

Is it fair,

just because we've got money?

All I'm saying is

there are people like that.

They exist. God damn them.

I'd say God damn them too, but...

judging like that is unacceptable

before understanding all this.

I failed to express myself.

I call for some morality,

some conscience, please.

Speak up, son.

Tell him you put it wrong.

What's that got to do with it?

It's irrelevant.

It's not what he meant.

I don't see what it's got to do

with morality and conscience.

No, I can't accept such a judgment.

Implicating him is a problem.

Look, I've been silent for 15 years.

My words come out before my thoughts.

If I had shut up...

Is it fair to accuse me

just because we have a few bucks?

Did I create this world?

That's how the system is.

This is how God created it.

What can I do about it?

Justice doesn't even exist in nature.

So why should it exist here?

- Their talk is wrong.

- Are we meant to feel guilty?

I'm saying the same thing but...

you jumped on

morality and conscience.

- I failed to express myself.

- He couldn't.

Couldn't express himself properly.

You got carried away, son.

You actually said nice things too.

Everything has a logic.

- He's right.

- Just like that.

Whatever.

We wined and dined.

Let me get up, brother.

I haven't slept for two days.

OK. I'll give you a blanket.

Come along.

You do that.

This drunkard must now shut up

or he'll keep rattling like a tin.

I wasn't going to talk though.

But before I leave...

this is your field, Mr Aydin...

Not at all.

I would like to quote Shakespeare,

by way of a conclusion.

"Conscience

"is but a word that cowards use

"devised at first

to keep the strong in awe.

"Our strong arms be our conscience,

"swords our law."

Good night.

Hold on, hold on.

Allow me to contribute

the following lines to this meeting.

As a reply-

Our infallible fate

is to be deceived

in everything we attempt.

I make brilliant plans

each morning...

and fool about all day.

There you go.

You've pulled your trick again.

Are you all right?

Let it out, relax.

- Let it go.

- So sorry.

- Go on, let it all out.

- Oh my.

Sorry, I've made a real mess.

No problem.

Leave it, come on.

- I'm sorry.

- Let's go out.

Plenty of fine fresh air outside.

And snow. You'll be fine.

Come on, my friend, come with me.

Easy. Don't force yourself.

Come on.

- I'm sorry.

- Let's go.

I'll lay you down here. Come on.

Let's walk over there,

then we're done.

He must be light, he's not sinking.

- Stop here.

- What is it?

Stop, stop.

I'm worried it won't move again.

- Reverse a bit.

- What?

Go back.

Stop.

What is it, Mr Aydin?

Nothing. Let's go.

Fatma!

Nihal.

I didn't go away.

I couldn't.

Whether it's because I've grown old,

or I've gone mad,

or because I've become

a different man,

think what you like.

I just don't know.

But this new man inside me

for a few days won't let me go away.

Please, don't ask me to go either.

I now understand

nothing is calling me to Istanbul.

Everything is alien to me there,

as it is everywhere else.

I want you to know

that I have no one but you.

And I miss you every minute,

every second that goes by.

But my pride

will never let me tell you this.

I know very well how terrible

or impossible it would be

to part from you.

Just as I know

that you do not love me anymore.

I know we can't go back

to the old days.

And there is no need to.

Take me with you like a servant,

like a slave.

And let us continue our life,

even if we do it your way.

Forgive me.

HISTORY OF TURKISH THEATRE

Published 27/03/2015

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