About the WALL
I’ve liked walls all my life. Wait, don’t lift an eyebrow just yet, don’t say “what’s there to like about a wall?”, walls are beautiful, listen up and let me explain.
First of all, folks, wall is solidarity. Various kinds of stones, bricks, iron within, a lot of players different from each other, all a king of their own realm. But all of them come together, love each other, round their corners, cuddle up, hug, wrap each other tightly, overlap, help each other, and stand shoulder to shoulder. Add the mortar, and they all become “one”. What more do you want, can you imagine a stronger team than this? What else? Wall is freedom! Yes, it is. Once you go behind the wall, no one can touch you; it is the only place where you are on your own, where the antagonism between freedom and security, between pleasure and peace of mind, go to hide in shame. More? Wall is vision, foresight. Stand upon it, and you gaze into horizon, the roofs, and all that is beyond. Wall is motion, darlings, you sit on top munching sunflower seeds when you get the urge to get up, and you jump and dash; I ask you, where would you find the momentum to reach a loved one, if not for the wall? Wall is flexibility, yes yes, it takes shape accordingly, it becomes invisible when needed, transparent if you wish, a castle, if you don’t.
I could write many odes for the wall, but no need, you get my drift. When my Asiye decided to become an architect, rest assured, she didn’t know all these facts about walls. A wall was… just a wall. Later on she learned the intricacies of the wall, from the twinkle of the teachers’ eyes, the arch of the masters’ wrist, and the folds of the customers’ lips. Mortar was, actually, the mixture of labor and wish, it was turning a trusting customer’s wish and imagination into reality with your endeavours. This was wall; freedom, flexibility, safety, aesthetics, pleasure, peace, and friends… and my Asiye decided to built a WALL twenty years ago, for you, for me, for all of us. Let us stand upon it, hide behind it, build its bricks… all together, as always.
Let our Asiye be our mortar,
Ecmel Ayral