By Murat Yurdakul 

The threshold that divides his memory in two was a deep gap. This deep emptiness was filled with a hum. The sound of shouting. Tear gas. With nerve gas. With fog. The void was covered with the smell of burnt people. Megaphone sounds. Threats. Crumbling walls. With shattered doors. There’s never been a threshold, there’s never been one. 

It wasn’t on the threshold now, when it was filling with the coolness of the sea. The memory was gone. It was like a timeline. 

There was no time. He was somewhere, he was sitting, there were people around him. He wasn’t at the place. Time space was just a void. Life was a hum, a hum that made its way through an endless tunnel. Reality was the truth at the time. The coolness of the sea. Seagulls. It’s a tea garden. 

Tables. The singing. Waiters. Customers. There was no time. He was somewhere, he was sitting, there were people around him. He wasn’t at the place. Time space was just a void. Life was a hum, a hum that made its way through an endless tunnel. Reality was the truth at the time. The coolness of the sea. Seagulls. It’s a tea garden. Tables. The singing. Waiters. Customers. 

“I want a cup of tea,” he said, his voice stripped of the void. “I want a cup of tea,” he said, his voice stripped of the void.

Looking carefully at his face, the waiter nodded in the sense of “okay.” The waiter could not understand the split memory, nor the hum that made its way through an endless tunnel. He’s taking care of the people at the next table. He called out to the waiter again. “I want a cup of tea,” he rereplied. Not for the second time, but for the first time. He wasn’t recording the memory. It was instantly erased. 

The waiter just didn’t hear it. He was used to persistent customers. He continued to take orders from the people at the table. He hadn’t finished marking the desired food and beverages on the order slip yet, he heard the same sound again. “I want a cup of tea.” The waiter just didn’t hear it. 

He was used to persistent customers. He continued to take orders from the people at the table. He hadn’t finished marking the desired food and beverages on the order slip yet, he heard the same sound again. “I want a cup of tea.”

“Okay, sir, I’ll get it now. I’ve already got your order.” “Okay, sir, I’ll get it now. I’ve already got your order.”

Suddenly he acted as if he remembered something. It was like he poked her in the other side of memory. He staggered up and tried to get up. He’s up. He barely made it upright. He’s been going over all his pockets. He was looking for something, but he couldn’t. Suddenly he acted as if he remembered something. It was like he poked her in the other side of memory. He staggered up and tried to get up. He’s up. He barely made it upright. He’s been going over all his pockets. He was looking for something, but he couldn’t. His memory was misleading him. He scratched his head, pressed his hands to his face. When he noticed the waiter passing by, he asked for tea again.