Tanımadığımız annelerimiz üzerine..

“In retrospect, it felt like I hardly knew my mother. What plans had she made of her life, how happy was she, how proud was she of our family, were there regrets, were there blunders, were there moments of complete helplessness? Was my mother a “person” under the label of ‘mother’? Of course she was, but I hadn’t ever meet her..” - The Renovation - Kenan Orhan.

Oğlum: “Anne, arkadaşlarınlayken başka biri gibi davranıyorsun..” 

Ben: “İşte o ben, gerçek ben’im oğlum.. Anne olmadığım zamanlardaki ben..”