ipek TEMEL

 

                                         I m a bridge  Between Turk and Greek, between Turk and French, between Turk and Luxembourgish, between Turk and Kurdish. I stand where worlds touch. I carry voices, memories, wounds, and hopes from one side to another. They walk across me to reach each other. They speak because I listen. They understand because I remain standing. But no one remembers the bridge. They remember the destination, the flag, the language, the victory. Not the passage. Not the silent strength beneath their feet. Still, I remain.