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82 SYMPHONY
82 brotherhood is like our garden where we sow with love and reap with gratitude. A garden where hearts beat with uniqueness, where silence speaks volumes, where all thoughts are born from the same hopes even without words, and shared with an inexplicable peace.
Simultaneously like a sea that descends and rises together. Even in the most beautiful catches of the most beautiful lightnings, in the romantic ebb and flow of the tides, each one of us merges into the "Sea of Us" like a drop. There is neither the drop nor the sea anymore. If the drop is every particle of the sea, the whole sea is the drop. You cannot keep them separate from each other, nor can you separate them.
Like the yellow, brown, red and green leaves of autumn, the brotherhood of 82 is a bouquet of flowers growing in the north, south, east and west. Some of us are wild, some of us are delicate, naïve, latif, fragrant, rare... Our bouquet is so beautiful that it is special and unique only to us. The sound of the rain dripping on each flower is a different rhythm, another dance in the downpour of love, each one, though far away, as if blended in the loneliness of another, revitalized and enlightened with the dew drops of each season.
Perhaps it is a symphony of coincidences like a divine reward. Some of us came to Ege University's Faculty of Pharmacy in 1982, some of us with the wrong choices, some of us to escape far away, some of us by accident even though we never wrote it down, and some of us with running steps; but it was a miraculous encounter for each of us. On our way from the symphony of coincidences to unity, each of us, like King Arthur's knights, got lost on our own path and found our way again. Sometimes the three of us met in inns where we stopped here and there. Sometimes we followed the traces of storms, sometimes the seasons chasing the seasons. Finally, at the border of the present, where we have arrived by following the traces of the past, with the enthusiasm rising from the depths of each of us, from the murmur of holding on to each other a little tighter, from the harmonious sound of our fairytale and legendary unity, we seem ready to turn into the symphony of eternity. While what is being said and what is happening keeps changing, we put a comma where we left off yesterday and set off again on the path we started together. This time we are not alone; we have companions who will accompany us in our remaining roles, adding holiness and sublimity to each day...
Feeling that we are not alone while trying to walk on a path, searching together for the known and the unknown, seeing us at the end of our own search, questioning "who are we?" even instead of "who am I?", our real journey began...
We are now learning to endure the absurdity and meaninglessness of life together, to accept it as it is without attaching any meaning to it. Hiding in each other when we run away even from ourselves, far from obligation, but having already forgotten the pain of loneliness, having decided to sip together the last moments of the dim redness of the evening in the twilight of serenity; the darkness and the cold are now absolute happiness.
Although we have stepped into the world with nothing, it will be an incredible fulfillment to leave here with our feelings woven with beautiful brotherhoods and friendships that our destiny has given us; because if the most harmonious aspect of friendship is to touch each other's hearts, to heal each other's lives, to make them meaningful and to contribute spiritually; we are already like that...
Neither the fog of fall descends on us, nor the cold of winter. The breeze of winter is now a harmony in the symphony, as is the fall of snowflakes...
The miracle of coincidence that intersects in Izmir will extend from the folk songs sung with sadness in Çanakkale, the Zeybek air played in Pamukkale, the halay in Mardin to the "Sıra Nights" of Şanlıurfa, while being blessed in Kuşadası every November...
The children of the east and the west will continue to produce beautiful melodies with their contrasts, like the black and white keys of a piano; they will continue to write the stories of brotherhood and friendship together, sing their folk songs together, and present an auditory and visual feast with the friendship effect that shapes the spirit of unity and oneness, in spite of a world where everything is finely calculated...
Mukaddes Pekin Başdil
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