"No man's screams" OUTCOMES

Remzi Aydın author's new book of letters stray Screams (Roe Dersim), the novel was published. Publication of the novel is published by Cybele.

"No man's cries," our subconscious with a mastery of calligraphy etched-dığını önyar-gıların us a novel about how dehumanizing. Spirit of our clothes, our skin color, religious beliefs that we wear our emotions on our clothes with us what our language, nor a slave to do is select them as symbols that are not in our hands.

Print, ignore, anger, ötekileştirme, hate and blood into the human damage caused by a different course on my wait to see what happened to us and we understand each other, this novel also makes it possible for us to know a culture. Courses are described in my soul (Roe Dersim), as also happened in my course is too short a date.

Here is the book's Preface:

Though I see the raw spirit of rock, he did not know how I would trim. I was looking at is just a saying, a lot is missing or lopsided. In the spirit of that moment and my heart went against Ersoy Gizem with the çerağ. Çerağ light my way, and that some events and even helped me see myself more clearly a struggle that has resulted. I would thank you nice people to know you honored me.
Other items also shed light on me, of course I get my information were the ancient teachings. Mysteries of the information, sometimes in a rock, sometimes speechless in his heart, sometimes open a new have snowdrops in bud, sometimes was cemre. And he always called, is a mystery and find what you're looking for me to research, find, and you have to end my secret. To write such a soil and geography, it was not possible without knowing the mystery. Because the blood on every inch of this land, there were screams of pain and abandoned. At the same time in this land of UNIVERSAL PEACE DE KADIM secret teachings. That philosophy, is explored by exploiting the power of the blood to soil the seeds were sown for this geography. This blood and pain, today, rather than the future, but in centuries past, such as nails, was gravel. In this land of mystery and I want to reach the secret, that I should have spiked to venture out on the road, I said so. Perhaps hidden all over my body but my soul hurts buried dozens of nails were injured. I'm in love with the mystery of this sad land, ruled that while the ancient secret I've been traveling to the sun. This ancient mystery and mortar are burned my soul, his neck twisted are snowdrops, are the mountains looking down on his land with him all the time now and I would respectfully bowed. Breast milk flowing from the main hit of the drops in, I've been fed. Buyerede eagle, I was chatting with pigeons. Galo sped at dawn of spring, the river became sick children, I am healing. I love the way the region had reached me, apparently. Love, mystery, and waits to be discovered.
In the universe, not head bowed, bent and twisted non-experienced people. When the noble struggle against the absolute power of the body than the value accepted by the losers in this war was started. Almost all of these scientific advances was born of painful war, were sprouted, grew, and new scientific developments were conceived. These people to me, I would liken to the water. Water, although one of the most soft materials, hard rocks are difficult to dissolve. While water can not see and accept me for dead bodies, alive and screaming constantly conscious vigor, has a progressive structure. Ed decay in society, self-protection system on behalf of the prejudices people insist, is just like a rock. And the continuous struggle with patience, you can break these prejudices, of course it must have something inside of the eye, such as water hit the rocks you could break down.
Bedrettin, Torlak Kemal Börklüceli Mustafa, Nesimi, Mansur, Pir Sultan, Seyit Riza, hazelnut tree, Hussein, Basil, Galileo, Che, Kalender Çelebi, Father Isaac, Sea, Mahir, Ibrahim people like a dignified way, başeğmeden world and blessings Turning their backs, marched in the way of reality.

According to official figures, forty thousand, the people at heart was processed according to the date-seventy-thousand people were massacred. Like leaves in front of the rest of the hurricane was driven wild provinces. Language, culture, faith, geography, küfürünü, food to live in places they had never known. It is interesting that the pain is experienced, to shoot from the belt, was left as a legacy to future generations. Even today's generation are suffering with this pain, this pain is growing with. In short, the massacres and exiles, in our souls and our bodies are still continuing.
Dear Deepak and GÜLMEZ (Kırmanciki section) in the creation of this work has made a great contribution to me. I want to thank him on behalf of my readers.
For centuries the dominant power by dangerous common massacre destroyed to be desired, systematic repression still ongoing, melted and assimilation studies with the original structure was changed, the fate of the Dersim people like all people, the name written here, not all honorable warriors I dedicate.