Aydın Tiryaki (October 29, 2006)

It turns out autumn has arrived at the hills right next to us. Today, I walked up that hill through reddened, yellowed leaves. There, spring welcomed me. The daisy fields seemed to say, “Autumn is not allowed.”

I crossed the İnebolu Stream over the bridge by the sea. After the heavy rain the previous night, the water in the stream had swelled. The muddy waters of the stream had dyed the Black Sea brown near the shore. I walked below Boyranaltı, taking photos of the seabirds. There were no boats visible on the water. I walked up Abaş Hill with slow steps along the paved road. In the past, that paved road was cobblestone. How beautifully the stones of the cobblestone roads would shine when it drizzled. Those who consider concretization to be progress, those who love concrete streets, have destroyed our cobblestone roads.

Ivy has completely surrounded a house. Since 2000, I walk up that road every year and take photos of that house. Every time, the dark green ivy has wrapped around it a bit more. I know that one day I will see this house as a ruin. Unfortunately, there are many of those houses in İnebolu. Protecting houses with laws is not enough; it is also necessary to provide the financial support to maintain that protection.  

The sea appeared through the trees and houses. As far as the eye could see, the Boyranaltı shores stretched out below. I saw the first daisies by the side of the road; they had even grown between the rocks. The season for blackberries had passed; some remained there without being able to ripen. The Turkish Flag attached to the high pole on the hill has become somewhat worn from the constantly blowing wind; they will probably replace it with a new one these days.  

The marketplace built last year, which combines the authentic look of İnebolu houses with contemporary architecture, looks beautiful from above as well. A market is set up in İnebolu on Tuesdays and Saturdays. At the market, there are mostly women from nearby villages selling vegetables and fruits they produce themselves. The Saturday market was still crowded in the afternoon.  

On the opposite slope, the middle school building from our time is visible. In the past, it could also be seen from inside İnebolu. After the school became a primary education building, the additional annex constructed in front of it blocked the old building. When looking from the opposite hill, both buildings are visible. Flags are hung on the other school buildings too. Tomorrow is Republic Day…

Even though new apartment buildings are built, when looking from the hill, it is evident that the old İnebolu houses, some painted with red ochre and some unpainted, still make up the texture of İnebolu. This dilapidated state of the houses, now living their final years, is not apparent from afar.

The daisies, seen one by one or in pairs below, become denser on the hill, as if there are daisy fields in the middle of autumn. Actually, one shouldn’t be surprised. I had come across daisies around here even under the snow in January.

It is bird migration season. Birds occasionally pass over the sea. They fly, after a while they make a few laps in a large circle, and then continue flying in the same direction.

Looking at Geriş Hill from here, it is plainer than it appears from inside İnebolu. I had gone out in the afternoon so that the sun would hit İnebolu and Geriş Hill from the front. When the dark clouds in the sky kept hiding the sun and significantly reduced the light, I couldn’t take the photos I wanted.

Next to the flagpole, the sea appeared behind the houses on the opposite hill. I also see those houses from the balcony, but the sky is visible behind them; looking from here, there is both the sea and the sky. After climbing to the highest part of the hill, when I heard the thunder a while later, the possibility of lightning suddenly came to mind. There was no need to be brave at all, so I went back down.

I went down a steep slope. On the way up, there were children playing in front of the houses. Cars frequently passed by me. By the time I went down, I only encountered two children. We do not like walking.

İnebolu, October 28, 2006

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A Note on Methods and Tools: The original Turkish version of this work was authored entirely by the author, without any assistance from artificial intelligence. (Note: AI was utilized solely as a translation and writing assistant to prepare this English version of the original text.)