After circumambulating İstiklal Caddesi from the square to Tünel and in the opposite direction about 10-15 times, one’s feet start to hurt.. When we realized this, the clock showed 02:00 at midnight.
Unfortunately, on Istiklal Street, whose trees were removed with the puzzle games of the Metropolitan Municipality and then muddy for months with granites brought from China. there was nothing like a bench where we could sit to breathe. My eyes were caught on the iron railings around Taksim Square for a while.. Sitting on the railings for more than 5 minutes was not good for our physical health.
While we were looking for a place to sit, we suddenly found ourselves on the stairs leading to Taksim Gezi Park.. Since the short distance between the steps of the stairs caused discomfort in the sitting position, it became a necessity to go into that dark park and rest on the benches.
Before we went into the park, we were caught in the middle of a country conversation with the identity question of the team car.. After the police left, we chose a place that we saw empty but could be far from the other residents.. There were benches at appropriate distances all over the walking path, which was surrounded by high and I guess older trees.. No more than two people were sitting on each bench, cutting around. We also noticed that these intersections are not a good sign.. While we were sitting on the bench and trying to chat, we were always on the alert because we were afraid that someone might approach us at any moment.
After an hour, there was a noise across the bench where we were sitting.. As far as we could tell, there was a fight going on with the help of the light lighting that hits through the tree branches.
I was not too surprised as I started to get used to seeing interesting things in Istanbul.. As the fight began to escalate and we turned our attention in that direction, we realized that it was an old man who had been beaten.. The noise of every move echoed in the silence of the night as the three young men slapped them to death.. As the violence increased, my hands and feet began to tremble.. For some reason, the squad cars passing every 10 minutes were nowhere to be found.
While I was thinking if I should take out my mobile phone and call the police; I noticed a spark. One of the young people who are busy with beating does not ignite the lighter in his hand; beaten victim old uncle turned into a fireball. I was in complete shock.. The beating scene that everyone had watched with excitement had now turned into a fire.. While the man was running around screaming, those who put him in this state disappeared in the dark.. Now I knew better the meaning of the phrase “They disappeared with the help of darkness in the streets.”. This must be something like being locked up in a panic situation.
The excitement subsided a little when the curious crowd extinguished the man by throwing something at him.. What was left of the fireball was pieces of cloth stuck to the man’s body and the smell of burning.
After the eyebrow splitting I witnessed before, they burned a man in front of my eyes.
After leaving Gezi Park, I once again questioned Istanbul in my eyes and the way I perceive it.
You you be; Don’t forget to check your left and right while walking…
