"Let my existence be bestowed to turkish existence". We shouted this (and some other bullshit)
the whole school, altogether, every day in the morning. We didn't have the choice of not attending this morning ritual. Think about one country and its citizens that shout this bullshit during their whole childhood. And this is just the beginning, think about the history books, the religious books, the TV, newspapers that pumps non-stop national propaganda.
But now we got democracy, we have the option to choose national or religious propaganda.
When I play poker, people often ask me where I am from, and when I say Turkey as an answer, they don't tend to believe. When this happens I feel kind of happy, as if I'm a supreme being of my kind. But when I think over about it, I feel bad actually. This nation is the victim of a super-wrong totalitarian system. Their vision is downsized and they are left out of option about what to believe. I was saved because I was lucky, because I was super inner-oriented and because I've grown up in a closed community with other smart people (my highschool dormitory).
I'm not discussing here of course, why there are not so many turkish poker pros, what I'm trying to discuss here is what our education system took from us. What happens when logic is damaged in one child's brain? How he tends to see probabilistic events after having an education which gives a subjective justification for all those we've done wrong? Quoting our school history book, we even didn't lost the World War I, The Germans lost it thus they declared us looser as well!?!?
I'm posting this great song which words fit perfectly for the situation and dedidate the song to turkish people for how they feel after the fall of Ottoman Empire.
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