Forgetting is Betrayal!
Whenever it snows, I smell the chestnut kebab. A winter blessing with a distinctive hard caramel scent, steaming from a white flavor ball ready to present itself through its dark brown furry membrane ... The pocket stove of my university years, the burning smell of my parquet, the thief of my book money ...
The first profit of 2021 came to Ankara on the 13th of January. The flaky snow warmed us. How much I missed the snowfall. I turned on the music, my tea glass was always full, I couldn't take my eyes off the snow. The pine forest of the METU campus is in front of me. The lush green dress was replaced by a white wedding dress in a few hours.
Then the snow subsided and a layer of fog fell over the forest. I went and came in the memories swing. But the chestnut kebab managed to get ahead of every moment.
He finished high school in the east of Turkey. He studied for a year in three different departments of three different universities in three different cities. Fourth year, Turkey's westernmost city's university, enrolling in a different section. He had finally found the episode he wanted.
It worked while reading. He tried all kinds of jobs in different cities during the summer holidays. He graduated without losing a year. He was very intelligent and hyperactive. She was the only daughter in the family. Five boys were the favorite of your brothers and father.
The department where he received his diploma was one of the professions that have few job opportunities and are not valid today. She worked every job she could find. She was not picky. One day, with a sudden decision, he went to a remote village in the east of the country as a contracted teacher.
It was now a Wren. He loved the village, the villagers, the school and the students very much. Communication skills were high. She communicated well with the children as well. One day before Christmas, the word chestnut appeared in the book they read in class. The shell of the chestnut is scratched and placed on the stove. After a while, when a slightly burnt smell rises from the shell, it is collected with a tongs and collected in a plate. Then the family members ate the chestnuts that they had peeled off. ”
A student said, "Teacher, I have never seen chestnuts," when the reading was finished. This word shook him deeply. Other students said "We did not see chestnuts, we did not eat chestnuts" . This time he cried.
She told her students about the chestnuts, where it grew. And she promised herself I will definitely feed my children chestnuts . She said this aloud to her students. The words of the teacher made a wave of joy in the classroom, the smell of chestnut filled the air.
Schools are closed. The hyperactive teacher came to Ankara that summer. He got a job right away. The wren flew away in the first week, replaced by a chattering parrot.
In one of our meetings, he was in the phase of leaving his job. He told about the cities he read and visited, and sections from his life.
He quit after a few days. He did not care about unemployment. The father paid the rent for the house, his brothers paid the pocket money.
He also shared his chestnut story in those days.