Letters to My Father

"…Years passed with a deep, silent waiting. I couldn't find the words to say to you. While writing epics to you in my mind, perhaps with every step I took I spoke to you, shared my troubles and laughed with you and brought your face before my eyes to ease my longing, I was as silent as a statue from the outside."

"…A head comes out of that old and worn-out grey car with laughing eyes. The eyes are not yours. The head is not yours. Still, I smile… Because I don't know how to live without a f...