Pants Wet with Dew: A Journey Through Time
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26.09.2024
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There were no mobile phones yet, and landlines were just beginning to be installed in homes. It had only been three years since electricity reached our village. Cassette players were common, and televisions were bulky, tube-based, and black-and-white. It would be another decade before anyone even considered asking, "Should I get an LCD or a plasma TV?" If you're wondering what a plasma TV is, well, you can look it up online.
These days, we live in an era where artificial intelligence produces humanoid robots. But back then, such ideas were only dreams inspired by movies like Terminator or Michael Knight's car KITT from Knight Rider.
I’m told I’ve been alive since 1975. I have yet to witness what came before or what lies beyond today, but certain moments from the 1990s are etched in my memory.
I would like to share an unforgettable memory of this period...
It was an August morning, around 4:47 AM. Nowadays, I struggle to wake up to the blaring alarm of my phone, but back then, I woke up to the faint beeping of my Casio F91 digital watch. As I lifted my head, the night sky was sprinkled with thousands of stars, and a red line on the horizon greeted me. The black of night was slowly giving way to the colors of dawn. The sun had not yet risen, and the morning call to prayer hadn’t begun. The dew was thick enough to feel it as I stood in a field, the grass damp beneath my feet.
My late uncle Muzaffer had already let the sheep out to graze. Leaning on my staff, I watched the distant lights of the village and the arrangement of stars that morning. I’ll never forget that sight. What I remember most clearly was how the dew soaked my pants, and how they slowly dried as the sun rose. That’s all there was—perhaps nothing more to it—but I remember every detail of that moment.
As the sun slowly rose, the sounds of people stirring in the village became audible even from several kilometers away. That summer, I lived somewhat isolated from society with my uncle. And yet, this is all I can recall clearly.
If someone were to ask me what life is, I might say, "It’s like your pants getting wet with dew and drying under the morning sun." Life might be that simple—and yet that profound.
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I’m told I’ve been alive since 1975. I have yet to witness what came before or what lies beyond today, but certain moments from the 1990s are etched in my memory.
I would like to share an unforgettable memory of this period...
It was an August morning, around 4:47 AM. Nowadays, I struggle to wake up to the blaring alarm of my phone, but back then, I woke up to the faint beeping of my Casio F91 digital watch. As I lifted my head, the night sky was sprinkled with thousands of stars, and a red line on the horizon greeted me. The black of night was slowly giving way to the colors of dawn. The sun had not yet risen, and the morning call to prayer hadn’t begun. The dew was thick enough to feel it as I stood in a field, the grass damp beneath my feet.
My late uncle Muzaffer had already let the sheep out to graze. Leaning on my staff, I watched the distant lights of the village and the arrangement of stars that morning. I’ll never forget that sight. What I remember most clearly was how the dew soaked my pants, and how they slowly dried as the sun rose. That’s all there was—perhaps nothing more to it—but I remember every detail of that moment.
As the sun slowly rose, the sounds of people stirring in the village became audible even from several kilometers away. That summer, I lived somewhat isolated from society with my uncle. And yet, this is all I can recall clearly.
If someone were to ask me what life is, I might say, "It’s like your pants getting wet with dew and drying under the morning sun." Life might be that simple—and yet that profound.
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