DON'T WORRY AT ALL
Mr. Sıtkı Özger shares an interesting memory:
The final months of the War of Independence. We are in a small
Bulgarian town. We lack the ability to speak our language
loudly, to pour out our troubles to our hearts content. We meet
like thieves, we speak like mutes. Our only companion is the
newspaper...
Every morning, as I rush to the newspaper, a thousand and one
possibilities flash inside me.
One day, I woke up early. In my childish heart, I hear the
fluttering of a baby bird's wings, just learning to fly.
I hesitantly reach for my newspaper. Oh my God, you are the
greatest!... On the first page, a photograph of Mustafa Kemal
Pasha and a telegram:
To Madame Trikupis:
Don't worry, your husband is
with me! Mustafa Kemal.
This telegram, announcing the Greek Commander-in-Chief's
captivity, heralded the freedom of my homeland...
At home, we wept with joy...
The bright days of the future were now glimmering in those
tear-shedding eyes.