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When one dies...

...they say two angels ask you questions.

If you can’t answer, you are tormented. God forbid.

So you have to remember.

But don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything.

Everything I have.

How will I tell you?

Province, Giresun.

Republican People’s Party: %36,38. Justice Party: %30,63

According to unofficial results...

...The Republican People’s Party has won the mayoral election.

Province, Gümüşhane.

Republican People’s Party: %47,38 Justice Party: %44, 89.

According to unofficial results...

...The Republican People’s Party has won the mayoral election.

Province, Hakkari.

Republican People’s Party: %46,70. Justice Party: %42, 27.

According to unofficial results...

...The Republican People’s Party has won the mayoral election.

Everyone told you not to run for your third term.

But you did...

...and you lost.

Sorry, Mr. Mayor.

Sorry, Mr. Mayor.

Sorry, Mr. Mayor.

In that city you planted the most beautiful orchard in the world.

-And I met him in that orchard... -Şino.

-These are big! -...Özgür

-Shake the tree, man! -What? Do you want us to fall down?

Don’t you move, you rascals!

-Cousin, wait! -Stop. Don’t run!

Don’t run! Stop. Come here.

Rascals!

Who’s out there?

Come down!

-Come down. -Alright.

-Alright. -Quick! Come here.

Come here.

Come over here, to the light.

-That was Şino running, right? -I don’t know.

You just happened to meet in our orchard tonight, then!

Yes.

I think that’s what happened, of course if it’s Şino running.

-You’re not from here. -I’m from here.

I’d know you if you were. You’re not.

You look like the men in the photonovels. And you speak so nice.

-Thank you. -Who are you?

My name is Özgür.

I’m from here but I’ve never been here before.

-I’m Şino’s uncle’s son. -And that wasn’t Şino running away?

-I don’t know. -You don’t know.

I’m both from here, and a stranger to this place.

-Isn’t that a shame, stealing like that? -I’m sorry.

By the way, do you kill people for a few apples here?

What’s wrong!

There’s a smell coming from you.

Come close.

Come close.

Alright.

Bend your head down.

-What? -Bend your head down.

Bend your head down.

Your hair.

It’s coming from your hair.

Isn’t that a shame? Why does your hair smell?

Why should it be a shame? It's shampoo.

-What? -The shampoo.

-What’s that? -Shampoo, it’s like...

A liquid. That you put on your hair.

-Then... -Go away.

Shall I give these back?

-Keep them. -Thank you.

Don’t tell the others, but the gun is empty. It’s just to scare you away.

But if my father sees you he’ll beat you real bad, that’s a fact.

Go away.

Go.

Men don’t smell. That’s a shame.

Go away.

Go.

I got no sleep at all that night.

I couldn’t forget the boy’s face...

...or the smell of his hair.

The honorable Mr. Servet...

The boy isn’t the sultan, he’s your lover!

What! Lover?

What do you mean, lover?

Sister...

You’ve been writing that letter for three days!

Why have you come around?

We can’t all just disappear. Go away.

Give me one and I’ll go.

Come here and take it.

Come.

In your dreams!

Damn!

-Will you write it or not? -I’m writing!

The honorable Mr. Servet...

At least let’s say “Dear esteemed Servet...”

“Dear”?

I have yet to see the man’s face!

If dad heard those words, he’d beat us with a belt!

Words matter, Muazzez. Write.

If you are...

...serious about this as well...

-If... -You are...

...serious about this as well...

...and your family is also...

-...of the same mind as you... -Slow down.

You’re as slow as I’m excited!

I’d write much faster if I knew how to write.

-Here, you write. Go ahead. -I’m not available, dear.

Muazzez, I guess you fancy a beating! You shut up. You write.

-I’m writing. -What did you write?

If you are serious about this...

as well...

as well...

...and your family is also of the same mind as you...

Visitors!

Muazzez, run!

Muazzez, run!

That city was known for two things.

The Mayor’s orchard, and the Mayor’s daughters.

-Have a nice day, Adem. -Thank you, Mr. Engineer.

My God, grafting is such a magical thing.

You graft a branch to a sour tree.

In essence, you’re giving directions to the tree.

“Change your habits”, you say to it.

“Don’t be sour, you fool.”

“Be sweet. Don’t stay green. Get all red.”

Mr. Mayor, I was wondering, should we...

...leave some of these sour apples as they are?

Why?

I don’t know. There are grafted apple trees all over the place, after all.

But these are original. Actually, some would make great wine.

Wine?

Another reason to cut them down.

No, I didn’t mean it in the sense that you should do it.

Trees are just like people. You have to tame them.

At first, every person is sour. Acrid.

You teach them, school them...

...and they’re sweet as honey.

There, just like this one.

But then some...

...don’t take to grafting.

The same air, same water, same fertilizer.

But look at the result.

Shame on you!

Doesn’t your friend right next to you embarrass you?

It’s been a whole year, and only...

...11 apples.

Shame on you!

Safiye.

We exchanged glances twice!

I threw photonovel glances in both!

Like that.

There are much nicer glances in those books.

Is that so? Do one, then.

There you go.

-Where did we stop? -Stop with what?

The letter.

“My mother will ask my father. If he deems it suitable as well...”

...then it will be suitable for your family to visit us.

-You say “suitable” twice. -What do you mean?

-“Deems it suitable”, “it will be suitable” -Well, it will be suitable!

Fine.

-Then... -...it will be suitable for your family to visit us.

Of course, if really is you in the photo you sent me at the very beginning.

Why all these “if”s?

If it’s wrong, don’t write it!

-No, write it. -Türkan.

Hide it!

As we end our letter...

May God bless him who ends this letter!

Amen!

Right, as we end this goddamned letter of ours...

Look, I repeat, if you are serious about this as well...

Sister, it’s hard enough to write this once.

For God’s sake, don’t repeat anything!

I send you my greetings, and kiss your eyes... Should I kiss him on the eyes?

For God’s sake, kiss the man somewhere and let this letter end!

Alright, so where should I kiss him?

-His cheek. -Of course! Write.

I kiss you on the cheek.

...on the...

...cheek.

Miss Türkan.

No, just Türkan.

Türkan. Thank God it’s over.

I expect your urgent reply.

Add that.

God give me patience...

...reply...

-If I don’t receive your reply... -Sister!

Alright. You take that.

Let me tear it and fold it.

And once you steal an envelope from dad, all is done.

Looks matter too, Muazzez.

The cheek part isn’t going too far, is it?

I guess I shouldn’t kiss him at all.

Safiye, get up. Just say, “I send my greetings.”

-Get up, get up! -I’m going crazy, I swear!

Alright, go to sleep. Go to sleep.

God give me patience...

The cheek part is too much, but whatever.

Well, I can kiss him that much, it’s fine!

I’m going to kiss you!

Welcome Şino.

Greetings, girls.

What are you doing here?

-Türkan called me. -Who will take the letter?

-Hello. -Hello.

-Who is this? -My uncle’s son.

Özgür. He came from Ankara.

Look. He looks just like me.

Sure, just like you...

Give me the letter.

Here. Take it, quick.

-Fine. -Come on, come on.

I have a present for you.

For Miss Muazzez.

Your hair will smell nice too, now.

Shampoo.

You know...

What is this?

It’s supposed to make your hair smell nice.

-Why did- -Muazzez.

What is this?

It smells nice.

A man brings something fragrant.

In my orchard...

...to my daughters.

The world has come to an end. Why haven’t you told your father, dear?

Who is that boy?

Dad, my sisters did nothing wrong.

Sorry?

My sisters did nothing wrong.

That boy brought that thing to me. But I didn’t know.

Give me your hands.

Give me your hands.

Now, tell me.

My sisters did nothing wrong.

The boy brought that thing to me, but I didn’t know.

We don’t know what it is either.

He brought it to you.

Fine, you two, put your hands down.

Put them down.

-Do you know that boy? -No, dad.

Why did he bring you a present?

I don’t know.

Huh?

Why does a boy you don’t know bring you a present?

I don’t know, dad.

What is this?

Shampoo.

What is it?

Sham--

What is this supposed to be for?

It think you put it on your hair. I don’t know, dad.

Why did that boy bring you a present? Who is that boy?

I don’t know.

That was the first time someone gave me a present. And you caught it.

Muazzez. Give me some.

Wait, let me put some on.

That’s enough!

-Give me some. What’s that? -Feed it to your hair.

Move over, let me see.

What happened to us?

By God, it smells beautiful.

But we all look like rats!

Really, what happened to us?

-God, what kind of present is this? -How am I to know?

-Did we put on too much? -You put on too much.

Was it for this paste that you got a beating from your dad, dear?

Let’s go and wash this thing off before someone sees it.

-I’m first! -Go, go.

I’m first!

-Mom, put some on my head! -There you go, dear!

Mom, give me some.

-What is this? -What is it?

-What is this? -Mom!

What is this!

God give me patience...

-Greetings. -Greetings.

Sit down.

Hamit.

Yes, Mr. Mayor.

Come here.

Didn’t I trust these flowers to you?

Just look at them!

Just look at them!

It’s foaming.

-This is foam! -Give me water! It’s getting in my mouth.

Ayda. My eyes are burning!

Girl, what is this?

This thing is soap!

My eyes burn!

It’s all because of you, you stupid creature!

Mr. Mayor...

You can’t even look after a few flowers!

Mr. Mayor.

-What? -Your hair, it seems to be foam--

Your hair.

Yusuf, what is this!

Stop acting like a maniac!

My God.

Alright, girl, that’s enough.

Muazzez!

Come here.

-You scared me to death. What is it? -I came to say sorry.

I heard you got a beating from your dad because of me.

-You came so that he’ll beat me again? -No, I was worried about you.

I’m fine.

Good. Did you use it?

The shampoo.

Look smelly boy, if my dad sees you around again, he’ll kill me this time.

Go away.

Can’t people be friends in this city?

They can’t. Now go away.

I’ll ask something and then go.

Ask!

How do a boy and a girl see each other in this city?

They get married!

Right away?

Pretty much!

Go away.

I don’t understand. How can he beat her?

Özgür, this is not Ankara.

He’s her father. He can beat her whenever he likes.

No way, Keso, that’s silly!

My father beat me again last night, for example.

Why is that?

I was beating my brother.

Good for you!

Didn’t your father ever beat you?

He slapped me once.

So he beat you.

Only once!

So you did what caused him to beat you once. If you did it again, he’d beat you again.

Greetings, brothers!

How are you, Servet?

Baykuş, two teas for us.

Come here, Şino.

-My uncle’s son, Özgür. -Hello Özgür.

-Hello Servet. -Welcome, boys.

Good to see you.

We should have met somewhere else.

Why?

People talk politics here. It’s not fit for this thing.

You proposed that we meet here!

Yes.

-You brought it? -I brought it, brother.

Gently leave it on the table and I’ll pick it up.

Nice envelope, by the way.

The honorable Mr. Servet.

If you are serious about this and...

...If your family is of the same mind...

...it would be suitable for you to visit us.

I send you my greetings, and kiss your cheeks.

Well written, my dear!

Şino, I have to ask you something.

Ask, brother.

Is Miss Türkan as...

-As what? -As beautiful as they say?

How beautiful, did they say?

Very.

She’s more!

She’s very, very beautiful.

Good.

And, is Miss Türkan a good person? That matters too.

She’s very good.

She’s not temperamental, is she?

No, she’s always witty.

There are people who are both witty and temperamental. She isn’t like that, is she?

No, no. She’s always witty.

Good.

Şino, tell her that we are serious about this. Tell her to tell Mr. Mayor.

I will, Servet.

Take this, go buy yourself something, you rascals!

Thank you, brother.

How much is it?

Özgür, it’s 20 liras! Let’s go to the pastry shop and eat revani!

I had a friend in the army, from Muğla.

Yakup. I remember him well.

One night I told him about our swamp. And he told me about a certain type of poplar.

He said one tree would draw a quarter ton of water from the soil, and the swamp would soon be dry.

And after being discharged...

...he kindly sent me three saplings.

And here is the result.

Sir, I meant to tell you the other day but something got in the way...

In fact, these are not poplar trees, sir. These are eucalyptus trees.

What trees?

Eucalyptus trees.

They are healing trees. So is their oil, sir.

Oil? What’s oil doing in a tree? These aren’t animals!

Sir, in fact, all plants have an amount of oil in them.

Is that so?

Very well. Very well.

They draw the water and make oil, then.

Yes.

But look, these are poplars.

They are eucalyptus trees.

Poplars.

The Mayor’s poplars.

They’ve been so for thirty years.

Don’t preach me.

Yes.

Sir, with your permission, I must leave!

So you’re absorbing the water and making oil, then.

Well done!

Hello.

The corns have turned green.

What?

The corns, I said, they’re well grown.

No, they’re not ripe yet.

No, I meant the plants themselves.

It’s early yet for fruit formation, of course.

You pick the beans in the vegetative period.

You don’t go downtown, do you?

No, we don’t.

Anyway, we can’t really see women downtown.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that we must see women.

Everyone lives by their own manners.

Every place has its own customs and...

...well, right.

-Have a nice day. -Have a nice day.

Here!

What is it?

He said we are serious about this. Let them tell Mr. Mayor.

My God!

Şino, is Servet as handsome as in the photo?

By God, he’s very handsome.

Who among the actors does he look like?

-Kadir İnanır. -No way!

But his height is a little...

Is he short?

No, he’s taller than a normal person.

-He’s shorter than Kadir İnanır. -Fine, fine.

You’re my one and only, Şino!

Come on.

Those were the days.

“They’ll come to ask for your hand,” they told me.

I had such a headache today. And I still have it to this day.

Before even seeing dad?

Right, before seeing him.

I was young yet, 14 years old.

He says it’s a lie, she was older.

I was young. But I was tall.

Thank God he didn’t marry you young!

He doesn’t marry us old either, that’s the problem.

Ayda, go and ask now. They’re waiting for a reply.

Right, once Safiye is done, I’ll go.

No, go now, he’s calmer. Now is the time.

Look, if he says no, don’t insist.

Why would he say no?

His family didn’t vote for your father.

They didn’t?

That’s what people say.

How would people know, Ayda? Voting is confidential.

How am I to know!

Please Ayda, go and tell him.

It’s henna time, he’s in a good mood. Now is the time.

You’ve made a fool of me, I swear. My head is aching. I can barely breathe.

Get up, get up!

My dear one...

Get this place together! Your father will scold us! Come on!

If you wished

If you wished

Attention.

If you wished

Bravo.

It's only you and me who loves the classics, you know that Safiye?

I would be

Sister, you’re excited, aren’t you?

A bit.

But I won’t expect too much. Maybe he won’t let me.

He asked Şino about me too!

What did he say?

He said, “They say Miss Türkan is very beautiful, is that true?”

What did Şino say?

He said “She’s more beautiful than that”!

Well, he needn’t exaggerate too much!

Right, he’s exaggerated too much.

He needn’t do that.

Don’t worry dear, it’s fine.

What if on the wedding day he lifts the veil and says “They exaggerated her beauty”?

They live downtown, don’t they?

Yes, right in the middle of downtown.

You’ll finally get to see downtown, Türkan!

I hope so!

The Sezgin family have sent word.

If it’s about their treachery in the elections, they shouldn’t even bring it up.

No, it’s not that.

What do they want?

Türkan. They’re asking for Türkan’s hand, for their son Servet.

I have no daughter to give a man I don’t greet on the street!

You didn’t say those words, and I didn’t hear them.

What did he say?

He said: “You didn’t say those words, and I didn’t hear them.”

-Why? -It’s political.

There you go.

I have to go.

-I think there’s only one way to do this. -What is it?

Osman Ağa.

Dad can’t turn him down. Nobody can. If he steps in, he’ll get this done.

But that man isn’t here.

He’s in Ankara, dear Muazzez.

I know, dear Safiye.

We have to bring him. If he comes all the way from there to visit dad, he can’t say no.

Who will bring him?

Mr. Groom, of course!

We came up with the idea. It’s up to him to bring the man.

Of course!

I think nobody in this world is smarter than Muazzez!

That’s why I say, if I had studied, that would be much better.

My dear sister! What a great solution she came up with!

So, now what?

Safiye, bring a notebook and a pen.

Why is that?

You’ll write another letter.

I think it would be much better if you wrote it, Muazzez.

I’m sleepy anyway. I’ll go to bed.

-No. -I swear you’re not!

-I swear I am! -I swear you’re not!

Get her out!

Please, I’ll get up early!

-Please! -This is the last one!

Osman Ağa?

Thanks, boys.

Well done Servet. You hand out tips for good news, but not for the bad!

I can’t always bring you good news, brother!

Of course. Does the mailman not get paid for delivering bad news?

Right!

Boy!

Mehmet, how are you?

I’m drunk Şino. No talking, proceed.

Proceed.

-Thanks, cousin. -Drink poison, you fool.

Şino, what do people do in the highlands?

The highlands are beautiful. There are girls all around.

You play with them, talk to them, eat raisins.

Raisins?

You can’t find fresh grapes in the highlands!

Let me, please.

Hatip, how are you?

Welcome, Şino, come over.

Let me introduce you to my uncle’s son. Özgür. He’s just come from Ankara.

He’s not as handsome as I am, but he’s alright.

-Hello, nice to meet you, Özgür. -Nice to meet you, Hatip.

Wonderful.

So is the Mayor’s family coming to the highlands?

Sure, they are, don’t worry. Muazzez is coming too.

It’s highlands season, of course.

Damn right it is!

Tekin, stop here. Stop here please, Tekin.

Tekin, you still didn’t repair that door...

Good day, Miss Safiye.

Thank you.

Please, let me help you.

No, I can carry them.

-No way, I’ll carry them. -No, no, I’ll carry them.

They must be heavy. Let me have them.

Thank you.

They really are heavy.

Let me take back one of them.

No, no.

I didn’t mean that. I meant, you really did well...

You’re strong and able.

That’s great.

Yes.

Where are you from?

Antalya.

That’s where the Mediterranean is, right?

Yes, the Mediterranean is there.

What is it like?

-The sea? -Yes.

The water is blue.

It’s big.

Does it smell?

Of course!

What does it smell like?

A mix of iodine and salt.

It’s even harder to describe smells than it is to describe the sea.

Thank you.

I would like to stop by the highlands.

God willing.

So I’ll try to come to...

...the highlands, but we’ll see...

Yes.

Leader of the Justice Party, Mr. Süleyman Demirel...

...stated that efforts at forming a government have not yet been successful.

How can you be successful with these men?

A National Front! It’s foolish to look for any other solution.

The Right has to unite!

Demirel has also stated that deaths due to anarchy on the streets are on the rise, and...

...remarked that “We are losing blood as a nation.”

That’s right.

This was the news, brought to you by the TRT news center. Now, pop music.

Great! The country is going down, and you play pop music!

God, the human mind is capable of such great things.

Assume that we are all in a room.

Our room is tied up on a cable from above.

The cables are connected to poles.

And our room is floating in the air from one pole to the next.

Going all the way from one mountain to the next.

They call it a cable car.

The foreigners have it.

We’ll build one too.

You understand?

I don’t think you do.

What are you doing with that animal?

I’m making butter.

Make some and let us eat.

Everyone makes their own food in the highlands.

-So what? I’m herding sheep. -With these looks?

-Yes. What’s wrong with my looks? -I’ve seen you. You’re playing around all the time.

So you’re watching me too!

Özgür, go away!

Don’t think you can do anything in the highlands.

No friend of mine has ever told me to go away so many times!

If you went away the first time I told you, I wouldn’t have to keep telling you!

I can’t get along with everyone here.

-Why not? -I don’t speak Kurdish.

Shame on you. And you say you’re from here!

Teach me!

I don’t know how to teach.

I don’t even know how to read and write. How can I teach you!

-I can teach you to read and write! -Özgür, go away. He will see us!

Go.

Go away.

My God.

When the left side is like that, one feels afraid, of course.

Şehmuz!

Wait, girl!

Şehmuz, let me have the bag as well. The bag...

Şehmuz!

Şehmuz!

Şehmuz!

We’re going so fast.

Safiye, take a look. Quick!

Türkan.

Mr. Engineer.

Here, drink some.

What happened to me?

This is the highlands. It’s high. It happens.

This is made of yogurt, isn’t it?

Of course it is, what else?

Of course, what else? It must be yogurt.

I like it a lot.

Muazzez! Go, girl!

Thank you, it tastes great.

You be pure as water...

...as ayran.

There’s yogurt on your lips!

Why do you care about the yogurt on the man’s lips!

God forgive us.

There’s yogurt on your lips!

Türkan?

Dear.

Dear, what’s wrong with you? Come on, tell me.

I know, he’ll marry me somewhere far away.

Perhaps somewhere near Şemdinli.

A village of ten houses at most.

A prison in the mountains.

The roads will be closed for six months in winter. I won’t see you anymore.

I’ll have many kids, and raise them.

I’ll get fat.

My wounds will scab with time.

I’ll have my secret corner away from everyone. I’ll cry there quietly.

Poor me, poor you

My tall and kind one

To us, these highlands are unkind

Let’s go to the mountains of last spring

I wish I was a rose on the hillside

Let’s put the bells on the goats

Let the rams lead the way

Let’s go greet the chief of Hakkari

Etar is coming! Etar is coming!

Etar is coming!

Thank God, he brought my fabric.

Sister, Etar is here!

Why should I care?

Will I wear silvery fabric as I cry?

The letter didn’t work.

So Osman Ağa didn’t agree to come all the way to the Mayor.

-Methods matter, Safiye. -Hello.

Hello.

Thank you.

Miss Safiye, can we have a word?

Should I go?

Let him go first, you follow him. Don’t let anyone notice, and don’t be late.

I mean...

...Antalya...

...a beautiful city, almost completely...

...surrounded by the sea.

There are ships on the sea, you know.

I’ve always wanted to get on a ship.

They have white curtains on them, very beautiful.

Why did you call me?

How can I say...

...I’ve been...

-...thinking of you. -Thinking?

-Yes. -Why?

Not for any reason. The trouble is...

...I’m just thinking of you...

...without any particular reason.

Bur there has to be a reason.

Right, so I wrote to my family, and said...

...should I be serious about this?

Then they can come here.

Of course, if Mr. Mayor deems it suitable.

And most importantly, if you too...

...say yes.

It’s up to my father to decide!

Ladies, I’ve brought all this beautiful fabric from Antep.

Show us those silvery ones.

I’ll make myself a pompous dress just out of spite.

That's right, of course.

I also have some great news.

For those who wonder.

Come on, what have you heard?

Osman Ağa is ailing. He’s in Ankara now.

That’s why things are going a bit slow.

But...

...Servet is very much hooked on you!

Just pray that Osman Ağa gets well.

May God make him well.

God willing.

Say amen, girls!

Amen!

You’ve heard all there is to be heard, come on. The Mayor will come!

The Mayor? So I’ll get going!

-With your permission. -Take it easy!

Next time I come. Come on.

I wonder, to whom would that killjoy give it?

God, they’re getting undressed!

But boys, is what we’re doing right?

I’m not sure any longer, brother.

-Sister, you’re not coming in? -Yes.

-I’ll just get my feet wet. -That’s all?

So did they get undressed now?

That’s all, boy, what more do you want?

I brought the shampoo. Shampoo.

Shampoo, my shampoo!

Your hair smells beautiful, Miss Muazzez.

Who are you?

Özgür.

Why do you keep scaring me?

We have to meet. It’s very important.

-Özgür... -Come to the waterfall after breakfast tomorrow.

Be advised, the lessons are starting!

Good night.

Oh, I’ve stepped on shit!

Can you teach me this?

I know these pictures by heart.

I’ve been looking at them for years.

For God’s sake read it to me. That girl talks all the time! Let me learn what she’s saying.

This photonovel is called Love Takes Courage.

Love Takes Courage. Nice name.

Is that first word “Love”?

-Yes, it’s “Love”. -I thought so.

-Shall I read? -Yes.

This dog, a very important personality, was named Patsy. And Mariella was its owner.

What’s her name?

Mariella.

What kind of name is that?

I guess these are foreigners.

Foreigners?

They are foreigners.

Safiye hasn’t told me all these years that these are foreigners!

I’ll ask you something.

Look.

These lines, they mean they are speaking, right?

Yes.

So, what are these round ones?

They mean they are thinking.

They are thinking, but not saying anything, is that so?

-Yes, right. -I thought they were shouting.

No, they’re thinking.

Here it says: “I wonder, what will she do now?”

He’s thinking, but not saying what he’s thinking. He’s thinking to himself.

Shouldn’t it be both lines and round boxes when they speak?

Why?

-One can’t speak without thinking. -No.

There are ones who do, I know a few.

-Shall I read it? -Read it.

Mariella is arguing with someone here, you see?

In a very unexpected place and time, I had finally found my first school.

Hello.

-I hope I’m not bothering-- -Come here, Mr. Engineer, sit down.

You came just at the right time. I finished it.

Watch it. Yusuf.

Our people love to say things won’t work out.

And when they don’t work out, they’re happy because they said so.

There. What do you think?

Beautiful.

You built it?

I built it. Actually, I will build it.

Well done.

Mr. Mayor...

...there’s something I wanted to talk to you about, but...

Go ahead.

It’s hard to say it.

I was thinking of getting my family to come here from Antalya.

To speak to you.

For a beneficial purpose.

Would you be willing to allow such a thing?

I would like to ask for Safiye’s...

Now I understand why you come around our house so often.

No, sir...

Tell your family not to bother.

May I ask, why not, sir?

You’d better not.

The answer may upset you.

So be it.

I would still like to learn the answer, with your permission.

You’re a good boy. Well educated.

But the daughter of a person like me should join the family of a person like me.

Do you think you are like me?

Like you?

-I don’t understand. -There you go.

You’re not like me.

If it were me, I would already have understood the question.

And the answer too.

I understand.

With your permission.

Like you just came out of famine!

Sister.

What are you doing here, all alone?

I know, they’ll never let me see that sea.

Should I go or should I stay?

Go.

Where?

-Muazzez, go. -Alright.

Start with the simple things.

“Bread” is “nan”. “Water” is “av”.

That’s too simple, I do know those.

But if you want to eat meat, you say “gusht”.

Gusht.

Good.

How do you say “I love you”?

You don’t say that. It’s improper.

Is it improper to love?

Of course it is.

You can say “I love you” to your mother, too

Right.

You say "Ez te hez dıkım".

"Ez te hez dıkım"

And how do you say “I miss you”?

Min bêriya te kiriye.

How do you say “Life without you is hell for me”?

That’s really hard.

How do you say “If you don’t give me a kiss, I’ll jump?”

You say “in your dreams”!

Fine.

-This is M. -There.

No, not that.

Look.

-What? -Look, there.

-It’s the same. -It’s not the same.

Luccio looks sideways, into Mariella’s eyes.

They exchange glances, and their trembling lips meet.

What happened?

Their trembling lips met.

Their lips met? What do you mean?

Like that.

It’s a photo. The lips don’t tremble here, but it says so. “Their trembling lips meet.”

I know this photo by heart already.

So why are you asking me?

For no reason.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Luccio looks at Mariella like that. See what it says:

“They exchange glances, and their trembling lips meet.”

Look, my lips aren’t trembling.

Maybe mine are.

Stop it! Read it, read that page!

Read it.

Just when we were starting to enjoy the highlands, the time of the wind came.

Highlands season was over.

He’s right.

I’m not like him.

I chose to come here myself anyway.

I wanted to get to know my country. I could pull some wires and go elsewhere.

We have many friends in places.

I wrote a petition now.

I’ll take a leave first.

And in the meantime, my appointment will be done.

“Now I understand why you come around our house so often”, he said to me.

Why do you give up?

What should I do?

I don’t know.

But I’m thinking.

Don’t think, Özgür.

Both of you, forget about this.

That’s the best.

Özgür, where are you going?

Cousin!

My God.

Şino.

What does Şino mean, Şino?

They call people with blue eyes Şino here.

Your eyes aren’t blue.

They were blue when I was born. The damn things turned brown later on!

In the name of God.

Wait a moment.

Apple orchard.

Should I go?

Don’t be late.

Luccio: “Let’s jump together.

If I commit suicide with you, maybe then you’ll believe me.

So come on, let’s jump together.”

Mariella: "But..."

Luccio: “I love you, Mariella.”

Mariella: “I love you too, Luccio.”

They finally came together.

Neither the past, nor the future mattered any longer.

They were happy, and there was no other time but now.

The End.

There was no other what but now?

Time.

That’s all?

That’s all.

Yes.

That was the first and last kiss of my life.

And we were up on a tree.

What’s wrong with that?

Doesn’t everyone elope here anyway?

Poor men elope with other poor men’s daughters.

Nobody elopes with the Mayor’s daughter!

Alright. So what do you say?

What do you say, Hatip?

What really matters is what you think.

I don’t really know.

Would Safiye accept? If she does...

And I haven’t slept for days, so...

-They won’t come anyway. -If they don’t, there’s no problem anyway.

Fine, Hatip?

Agreed? Are you in?

Agreed.

I don’t agree. Just so you know.

We do know Şino.

Come, brother.

It went as I expected.

Osman Ağa came to our house.

Our letters took a long time to write, but they worked.

It’s a pleasure to have you here.

They said you were ill, Osman Ağa, but you’re in such great health!

Thank God.

Congratulations.

They married you!

Yes.

I tried for years, but you didn’t take to grafting.

You’ve been a rebel all along.

Welcome, Mr. Engineer.

Good to see you, sir.

I’ve been appointed, to Antalya.

I came to say goodbye. Let me kiss your hand.

Really?

You came right on time. Say goodbye to this friend of ours.

Yusuf.

It’s the last sour apple tree, Mr. Mayor!

Let it live. You’ve tamed them all, let just one stay a rebel!

It shouldn’t have opposed me.

Hello.

I’m leaving.

I got one sour apple sapling, as a souvenir from you.

I mean, as a souvenir of the years I spent here.

We’re leaving, Özgür and me.

We thought...

...who knows, maybe we’ll leave together, all four of us.

Four of us.

“We’re leaving in two days.

We got four bus tickets. Two for us, two for you.

If that day you wear your veils...

...and take your seats on the bus, we can get away from here together.

Think well. We love you. Özgür and Hatip.”

Have they gone crazy or what?

It’s all good for you, isn’t it! You’re already set!

Now they’ll send me to Şemdinli.

Look what she says to her sister!

I want your happiness more than my own!

I raised you, you rascal!

What a rascal.

Over there, the Mediterranean, orange trees...

...two houses, side by side.

Maybe you and Servet will move there later, too.

Think of it, all three of us.

We can live by the sea.

-Wouldn’t it be nice? -Don’t forget the ships.

Of course!

We’ll get on ships all the time!

Girls, don’t be mad. Dad will get you caught, and you know what he’ll do then.

You’ll put us all to shame.

So what shall we do?

You’ll sit at home.

We couldn’t have left.

We couldn’t do that to you, and to Türkan.

Or, we were just afraid to.

We couldn’t do it.

What was the name of our photonovel?

Dad. Dad.

Love Takes Courage.

Goodbye.

When your older sister gets married, two people leave the house.

Your sister, and one of your mothers.

You must have seen it on TV last night...

Mr. Prime Minister and Mr. Demirel put it very well.

What did he say?

He said the Republican People’s Party hasn’t done a thing for this country.

Is that not true?

-It’s true. -What have they done?

What have they done? They haven’t done anything for the people.

The dams, we built them. The bridges, we built them.

The roads, hospitals, we built them.

So, why did we lose the election?

If we were so sweet, why did we lose?

-Why did we lose? -Because of our own mistakes.

Right!

What did we do? We took victory for granted. We didn’t prepare.

And on a snowy day, Osman Ağa came to our house again.

This time for my sister, Safiye.

At least he’s a landlord...

They live downtown.

In the room where we grew up together, I was now on my own.

In other words...

...Mariella was devastated.

-In the name of God. -I have one condition.

A condition?

What is it?

You have five brothers. You have such a large family.

I want a separate house.

That’s all done. I’m almost done arranging the house, Safiye.

But the house I want to live in isn’t here.

Not here?

-No. -Where is it?

In Antalya.

-Where? -Promise.

-Safiye, we can’t go and... -Promise.

-Cevdet, promise me. -I promise.

Don’t forget...

-...you promised. -Alright, I did.

Muazzez...

When are you leaving, Şino?

In three days.

I hope you pass the exam.

That will be the day!

-Anyway. You’ll see Ankara, at least. -You’re right.

You don’t have anything to say?

-To whom? -To Özgür, of course.

Go straight ahead. It’s right there on the left.

This way. Thank you.

-How will we find a hundred people? -We will.

Özgür.

-Are we going ahead with the food boycott? -Of course we are!

My uncle’s son.

Şino.

I came for the university exam. I’ll go back tomorrow after the exam.

Choose this school. You can join the struggle with us.

Let me do well enough to study here first, the struggle will be the easy part.

It’s not easy at all, Şino. There’s fighting going on every day.

Yes, we see it in the news.

What’s going on around the hometown?

-I have a letter for you. -From whom?

From whom, do you think?

Thank her for me.

-What else is up? -“Thank her for me.” Is that all?

You were about to elope with the girl just yesterday, Özgür!

Şino, I think you don’t understand me.

The revolution is days, weeks, months away!

Everyone is just waiting for a spark!

-So? -So, do you think we’ll have time to think of love?

There’s a historical responsibility on our shoulders!

Özgür.

Don’t get too caught up in these things. Don’t neglect your studies.

Don’t worry, cousin.

-Goodbye, God bless you. -You too.

Dear Özgür Düler.

When you left, I found out that it’s so hard to be without you.

I’ll be waiting for you. You’ll be back, I know.

How was the exam, Şino?

I didn’t understand the questions, let alone answer them!

Never mind. Nobody had such high hopes of you anyway.

That’s right.

So? What else is up there?

I gave him your letter.

-So? -So, he sent you his greetings.

What do you mean?

The universities are like a battleground.

You have to see it, it’s like armageddon. Photos, posters everywhere, fighting...

Why? What’s going on there?

Well, according to Özgür, it’s a revolution.

What is revolution?

I don’t really know either.

See you, then.

Mariella...

...was standing...

...aghast...

...not knowing...

...what...

...what to do.

In fact, I don’t really want to tell you these parts, dad. But, well...

There are three suitors for Muazzez. Two of them are poor.

No need to dwell on them. The third is serious.

Who is it?

Osman Ağa’s nephew Hurşit.

Hurşit?

The Mayor has given one daughter to his son, and now he’ll give another to his nephew?

The girl is getting older.

At this rate there won’t even be any nephews left for Muazzez.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Our dinner table was still plentiful and crowded.

But in fact, all we had left was your retirement pension and our house.

When you let Meryem and Besme go...

...all the housework was left on mom and me.

When you two left, all the work was left on us.

We’re very busy too. I don’t rest for a second.

I counted yesterday. There were 24 people at Osman Ağa’s house.

I counted again after the visitors left. There were still 18 people.

We’re burdened with even more work, Muazzez.

I have a bigger problem.

Being the older sister...

What’s wrong?

I’m pregnant.

-Pregnant? -That’s great?

That’s such great news!

Why are you so sad about that, crazy!

What’s wrong?

What?

Servet keeps drinking all the time.

He can’t get his eyes off the bottle of raki.

Oh no!

I’m becoming an aunt!

I wasn’t ready, dear!

I’m too young for it.

If Muazzez leaves too...

…who will look after this place?

Will you do all that work alone?

She won’t stay forever. We’ll get her married in the end.

Let’s not be late, the suitors will get worse.

I think there’s only one solution.

What is it?

Muazzez gets married...

...and I get married too.

Aziz, you’ll get a second wife?

If you agree.

What do you mean? Will you accept it?

For you.

I don’t accept it!

I don’t want to get married anyway.

Look at him, what plans he’s made for himself!

He must have already found the girl to marry!

Think carefully! This is not something to laugh about.

We’re not laughing because it’s funny.

We’re laughing because it’s wrong.

Mom, go and tell him, Muazzez refuses, and so do I.

You say that like I object to your father every day!

Say it this once, Ayda. It’s fine.

-Do you want Muazzez to go unmarried, Türkan? -My father has retired.

We shouldn’t have fifty freeloaders at the table every night!

Who has retired?

He still has his eye on becoming mayor.

This crowd is here to stay, then.

Mom.

Mom, I don’t want to get married.

Look at those who got married.

It’s not all that bad!

Watch your words!

That’s not what I mean, you rascal!

What a rascal.

Give me some water.

I’m fine.

Drink it.

Give me some.

Mayor.

If I tell you I don’t accept a second wife...

...will you still get one?

No.

I won’t.

Then, I don’t accept.

And Muazzez?

She doesn’t either.

Fine.

Your choice.

Ayda.

What were you going to say if I said “I’ll get one anyway”?

Are these mountains a curse for us?

Or are they wonders of nature?

Are these mountains obstacles that prevent roads and supplies from coming here...

...or gifts from our God for us?

My esteemed townsmen, these mountains are both our trouble...

...and our way forward.

What is the way forward? Tourism.

What is it?

What is it?

The cable car project.

I’ve been hearing that there’s some mocking talk...

...going around in some quarters about this issue.

I have only one thing to say to those people.

Those who can only dream of today...

...cannot possess the future!

As you have heard in radio and television news as well...

...all existing political parties in our country have been abolished as of today.

The situation and reasons that have forced National Security Council to...

...take these decisions, can be explained as follows.

The situation our country has been in before 12 September 1980...

They took him from his house at dawn.

My aunt was so scared, she hasn’t spoken for three days.

Where did they take?

They didn’t take her anywhere. She recovered by herself.

Where did they take Özgür, Şino?

God knows.

They took him to prison, of course.

I told him. I said:

“Boy, don’t get so involved with those things”.

My dear one.

Cevdet, I swear, I’ll get up tomorrow...

...get on a bus, and go to Antalya.

And I’ll take my daughter with me.

You come, or you don’t. Your choice.

Good evening, my esteemed citizens.

When I looked at the calendar, I was happy to see...

...that since 6 November 1983...

Don’t go, I need you

You are the light in my eyes The crown on my head, I need you

Around 21:30 last night, the Şemdinli district of Hakkari and the Eruh district of Siirt...

...were attacked by groups of rebels.

At the attack on a military lodging building, Private Süleyman Aydın was martyred.

The authorities have stated that a large scale operation was launched in the area...

...and that the rebels will be caught and brought to justice as soon as possible.

This was the news. Now, the weather report.

Reported by the department of navigational hydrography and oceanography.

The fighting that began in those days...

...would soon come all the way to our neighborhood.

And nothing would ever be the same again.

Aziz, of course we do have you in mind for the next term.

I would never want you to resent.

And the last thing our leader would want...

We can arrange the house and everything, dad.

You just decide to come.

Come to Antalya, dad. It’s like heaven here.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

When Safiye’s passion for the sea and the situation in our home town coincided...

...that gave rise to a migration to Antalya.

First one home, and then another.

And then the third.

And finally...

...it was our turn.

Cevdet, they’re here!

-How are you, Safiye? -Thank God.

Look over here!

-Where is the marketplace? -Here everywhere is the marketplace!

Cevdet, pull it over there.

It goes here. Looks good.

Looks good.

Safiye, wait there, climb over it.

It’s all shampoo?

Damn right it is!

He was a noble man...

...and he had a beautiful horse.

Rıza...

Şakit, Şakit Ağa.

They came early one morning.

No, it was the night, the evening.

Ayda, was that gathering in the Zengil highlands or around Koçağız?

Who?

I’ve been mixing up places.

This place isn’t treating me well.

Mayor, look, our visitors are here about a beneficial purpose.

Is that so?

Let’s hear them.

Mr. Mayor, like Muazzez, our son Cengiz didn’t get married in time.

We thought he should perform his military service. He did it, and came back.

And for three years, he’s been rather well off, thank God.

What does he do?

I have a tea shop at the Esforan office building. And I make very good money.

Mr. Mayor, we are asking for your daughter Muazzez’s hand.

They are both getting late to marry. Say yes, and let’s get this done.

Ayda tells me I’m a tough man.

A man of bitter words. She says people are afraid to talk to me.

Therefore, I will spare you such bitter words now.

Instead, I will quietly leave this meeting.

I’ll be back. Once you have left.

Zakir. Zakir Ağa. Of course, it was Zakir Ağa.

And he had a beautiful voice.

He sang:

You know that one?

Zakit Ağa.

I remember the old times...

...as I forget the present.

A very important...

...personality...

-Auntie! -Auntie!

-My dear! -You’re so tall!

-I missed you so much! -You’re so tall!

-And you have a moustache? -A bit.

-So you’re a real man now! -My brother is shaving his moustache!

-Where is mom? -She’s sleeping inside. Where is Servet?

Down in hell!

You’re getting your medicine, aren’t you mom?

I do, I do but...

-...I can’t breathe. -My dear mother.

My dear.

Give me some.

Mom’s drinking coke?

For a year.

In the name of God.

It relieves my throat, Türkan.

I can’t breathe. I swear.

This is over. I’m not going back again. I’ll divorce him.

You’ll divorce him?

You’ll be the first person to get divorced in our family history.

What would dad say?

How has he been lately?

Does he remember things, or does he forget?

It comes and goes.

Fine, then, he won’t say anything.

Even if he did, he’d forget it.

It’s best to forget anyway.

It’s not all that bad, but still...

The swamps...

Is it a punishment?

Good morning?

Where to?

To the municipality, of course.

Thank you Yusuf, thanks.

Sir, you didn’t pay!

Sir?

Sir, you didn’t pay!

-Pay for what? -The fare...

Welcome, sir, who were you looking to see?

-Who are you? -Security guard.

Fine. And I’m the Mayor.

-Sir? -Sir, you haven’t paid!

-Sir, who were you looking for? -Get your hands off me!

If you tell me who you’re looking to see, I can try to help you.

I’m the mayor of the municipality! Get out of my way, you fool!

Sir, you’re not the Mayor.

-Get out of my way! -Sir!

-Friends! -Get out of my way!

-Calm down, sir! -Get out of my way!

Don’t shout, it’s fine. Friends! Let him go.

Leave him, Mithat, it’s fine. I know the gentleman.

Friends, it’s fine. You can leave.

You can leave.

Mr. Mayor.

What are you doing here?

Who are you?

I’m Hatip.

Don’t you remember me?

Hatip, the agricultural engineer.

This is not my municipality.

What is this place?

That girl...

That girl...

Muazzez.

Where is Muazzez?

Let me take you to Muazzez, Mr. Mayor.

This is not my municipality.

Come with me, Mr. Mayor.

I lit up fires on mountains

For nights, I sat there...

...and dreamed.

This is where I picked him up.

Thank you. Mr. Mayor.

Here, Mr. Mayor.

Dad! Dad!

Sir, bring him here please.

-Bring him over here. -Where have you gone, dad?

-Here, here. -Third floor, tell him.

It’s the third floor, come in.

Bring him, sir.

May God bless you.

Dad, why did you get out on your own? Why didn’t you tell us!

You’re getting us in a lot of trouble, dad.

Hatip, the agricultural engineer?

Hello, Miss Muazzez.

Come in, please.

I haven’t seen Mrs. Ayda around. I hope she’s fine.

She’s ill. She’s sleeping inside now.

I wish her a quick recovery.

Thank you.

What do you do now?

I work at the municipality. I’m Director of Parks and Gardens.

Director of the park? We go to the park all the time with dad. Is that your place?

No, I don’t own it, but I take care of it. I’m responsible for it.

-Any children? -I’m married. I have two children.

-A boy and a girl. -God bless them.

Amen, God bless all our children.

-Where is dad? -He’s sleeping.

-How is he? -He’s fine, he’s inside.

-Welcome, Mr. Hatip. -Good to see you, Miss Safiye.

Welcome to Antalya.

Good to see you.

Thank you for helping my father.

That’s alright. Don’t mention it.

A coincidence.

A coincidence.

So you’ve finally seen it.

Sorry?

The sea, I mean, you saw it.

Yes I did. Thank God.

We often go for a picnic there.

With the kids.

So he was found?

Welcome.

May God bless you, sir.

Thank you. May God bless all of us.

-Welcome. -Thank you.

-Where is Mr. Mayor? Is he fine? -He’s fine, he’s sleeping.

That’s good. See, there’s still hope for humanity!

-That’s alright. -I mean it!

Mr. Hatip, let me introduce you. Cevdet, my husband.

-Is that so? -Yes, I’m her husband.

-Nice to meet you again. -Nice to meet you.

Let’s serve him something.

I’m telling you, mom is ill. You don’t understand.

You get sober first, and then we’ll speak! God damn you!

Hope you get well soon.

-What is the problem? -Difficulty in breathing due to goiter, and...

What I don’t understand is, her lungs are as bad as a miner’s.

What did the lady do?

She baked bread.

Muazzez.

Yes Ayda.

Do you give me your blessing?

Where did you get that? Of course I do, mother.

I don’t give myself my blessing.

Why not?

I wish, when your father asked for a second wife...

...I didn’t listen to you, and said yes.

Ayda...

...there is someone I love.

I’m waiting for him.

The second wife wasn’t the matter. Dad could have married me to someone if he wanted to.

Who? Who is it?

Özgür.

That boy with nice smelling hair?

Yes...

That boy with nice smelling hair...

Where is he now?

I don’t know.

Muazzez, give me some of that black water.

Black water?

Ayda, the doctor said it’s strictly forbidden.

Muazzez.

How can I find black water here anyway?

Look in the fridge.

Quick, pour some.

Lift my head up.

In the name of God.

Thank you.

Put that back on.

Alright.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom, where have you gone...

Why did you leave us alone? Where did you go?

Graveyards are better than hospitals.

At least they are green.

Come on, look, I can’t sing it at all.

For you to love me

For you to love me

When you forgot everything, we became such good friends, didn’t we, dad?

I would be a parakeet

And when my mother was gone too...

...you and I were left to one another.

So, I’ve been speaking for so long.

Tell me, what do you remember?

My name is...

My name is...

...Aziz.

Aziz Özay.

I’m the Mayor.

I’m the Mayor.

Well done! Well done, dad!

I’m the Mayor.

Şenay!

Here, please.

Dad! Dad is here.

Come here, dear.

-Welcome. -Good to see you, dear.

Good to see you.

-Let me introduce you, Miss Muazzez. -Hello.

Mr. Mayor. Kiss his hand, Nil.

Ali, you too.

Hello. God bless your children.

Şenay, bring the coffee to the back.

Let’s serve the coffee at the back, dear.

Okay.

Mr. Mayor, let’s go over here.

Slowly.

Right there.

Let him sit down.

Mr. Mayor, do you see that tree over there? Look.

It’s from your orchard.

Those are sour apples.

Muazzez, would you like to taste them?

Me? Of course, I would.

-Have one. -Fine.

Özgür! It’s you.

And you are you.

I’m taking one.

That’s the way! Just ask. No need to be a thief.

They finally came together.

Neither the past, nor the future mattered any longer.

They were happy, and there was no other time but now.

The End.

There was no other what but now?

Time.