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My friends Murat Eyüboğlu and Mehmet Budak will keep a copy of everything I have written, published and my visual works. They will show them to my children if they show interest. There is hope my children may learn enough Turkish to read my writings and poetry.
Friends who work visually (Murat Eyüboğlu, Chris Robinson, Ayşegül İzer-Drahşan, Coşar Şilliler, Aziz Tavil…) may use my texts in their work as an element, material, and/or inspiration.
These persons may take a look at and choose from my library, CDs and DVD's: Pınar Yeşiloğlu, Murat Eyüboğlu, Murat Nemet-Nejat, Chris Robinson and Ayhan Utkan. Everyone may take what he or she wants. (Unfortunately Mehmet doesn't live in New York.) Donate the rest to Salvation Army, if possible. Whatever’s left, put in the trash. In any case, please do not leave the CD’s and books to languish on the stoops and sidewalks, like it happened before.
Whatever’s left in terms of clothing, etc., donate to Salvation Army, if possible. Whatever’s left, put in the trash.
I don't have anything else.
It would be great if the goldfish (Goldy) and two cats (Bekir and Gümüş) could survive me and be adopted by friends. Three of us were exiled from our home together.
Cremate me. It would be great if my ashes could find their way to the ocean, somehow. I don’t know if it would work in reality (in "Finding Memo" it did), but you could perhaps flush them down the toilet.
I was happy most of my life. I don’t want to worry constantly if my rent checks would bounce or not. Soon my children will need their own rooms when they are staying with me.
I have been more and more tired. I’m content now.
Many thanks to anybody who has listened to me, put up with my (I hope occasional) nonsense, given me food, books, music and shelter.
I want my children to be happy first. I hope I haven’t done much to make this harder for them. If they choose to be creative persons, artists, I hope no one will advise against it, like it happened before. I hope they will be whoever they want to be, not who someone else wants them to be.
Take care of yourselves and each other!
First drafted in March 2007, Red Hook, Brooklyn, New York,
later worked into a short story entitled "Başka Bir Gezegenin Cehennemi."