Today, telling the truth, it rains. But since some days ago you can feel the signs of spring. You know how I realized it? Not because the temperature is now stable at 15 degrees, not because some trees are already putting the sprouts, not because everything around me and inside me seems to be about to be born again, but because the little girls in the street nearby the house began to mark with chalk on the asphalt the squares of their games.
Two nights ago we occupied the headquarters of the Faculty of Letters of "Istanbul University". A few hundred people, I was the only foreigner. They were years, I have heard, that they have not occupied. The protest was against the Turkish law "50d", which includes cuts to higher education and limited opportunities to pursue a career for university graduates. Italy and Turkey are 2 twin countries, right?
In the main hall were held concerts, theatrical performances, poetry readings and film screenings. The Bandista, which means my flatmates, have played during this occupation at night and their combat repertoire was among the most appreciated.
To be honest, for me, Italian, was a little strange job. The dean of faculty had given permission. But the police actually escorted the parade, which then ended with the occupation, left the participants come in and then closed the doors of the university. Thus, for a few hours, we were actually forced to occupy. A few hours later the gates were reopened, but only for those who wanted to leave. And so I did, at about 5 am, not before a memorable football match in the courtyard of the university and the final match goal I scored.
Two nights ago we occupied the headquarters of the Faculty of Letters of "Istanbul University". A few hundred people, I was the only foreigner. They were years, I have heard, that they have not occupied. The protest was against the Turkish law "50d", which includes cuts to higher education and limited opportunities to pursue a career for university graduates. Italy and Turkey are 2 twin countries, right?
In the main hall were held concerts, theatrical performances, poetry readings and film screenings. The Bandista, which means my flatmates, have played during this occupation at night and their combat repertoire was among the most appreciated.
To be honest, for me, Italian, was a little strange job. The dean of faculty had given permission. But the police actually escorted the parade, which then ended with the occupation, left the participants come in and then closed the doors of the university. Thus, for a few hours, we were actually forced to occupy. A few hours later the gates were reopened, but only for those who wanted to leave. And so I did, at about 5 am, not before a memorable football match in the courtyard of the university and the final match goal I scored.
Many things in the pot boil. It will be a spring with so many surprises. Actually, the first surprise has already arrived, in advance, on the 5th of March. Her name is Anna.
