Bu yazıyı senelerce önce şimdi erişim parolasını bile unuttuğum bir blogda yazmıştım. Giriş yazısıydı. Rahat bi on sene olmuş mudur acaba? O kadar yaşlandım sanırım.
Hayli iddialı bir İngilizce’yle yazmışım. Eminim hatalar vardır. Üzerinde çok durarak yazmamıştım. Ama şimdi okuyunca, içeriği, tonu, akışı çok hoşuma gitti. Buranın teknik günlüğüm olduğunu ben de biliyorum ama kesintisiz 35 günlük (bir Cumartesi boştum ama o gün de 8 saatlik şehirler arası bir yola iki şoförden biri olarak gidip aynı gece otobüsle İstanbul’a geri döndüm…) bir çalışma döneminden sonra çıktığım üç haftalık tatilin ilk haftasını bitirdiğim şu günde biraz da geyik paylaşayım sizinle dedim.
Fırsat bulur da elimi değdirebilirsem, Türkçesini de yazarım belki, ama orijinalini İngilizce olarak yazmıştım zaten… Öylece paylaşayım en iyisi sizinle…
BOTTLE IN THE WILD
Now, now… that famous phenomenon! How come it is so famous? You know, there is this guy, alone in an island. In a damn place that is so out of reach like deep in a desert! But it is covered all over by water; that is some difference. Some difference that doesn’t matter much!
This guy has always a bottle, some material to be used as paper, or maybe paper itself. (But that would not be a good idea, to use plain paper and trust it to the mercy of tones of water.) And something to write on it too! When I think of the times I have found myself in a building of offices with nothing to write with or write on when needed, this happenance seems just a bit unlikely. (Happenance is used on purpose; I like the sound of it. Why not? This is not my language I will be decomposing, if it is deemed so. Or if it will have a life of its own as a new word, it is always good to produce something.)
Let’s get back to the subject. This guy… Off course a guy! Don’t you watch movies, or read books! Never ever a lass is alone in an island. This guy finds a way to close a bottle that has been opened so that it won’t get water in. Oh boys… and girls, come to that… This needs a factory and a few hundred workers! Has anybody ever seen a bottle that had been opened that has been closed watertight again by some regular ordinary ‘man alone in the island’ chap?
Ok! Don’t play with our phenomena. This guy is in the island. Alone… Not so alone… He has some writing device and a thing to write on that is durable enough. And, he has a means to close the bottle! But, he has the bottle in the first place, you know… I didn’t forget it. Just wrote it a bit down in the general list. The shopping list or the list of the producer’s assistant for the scene continuity. Whatever!
That is POTS, plain old telephony system, or plain odd testimonial-type sketching. I made it and so did it happen.
One impossible is becoming nothing again. Lights, camera, can all the curious cell phone-come-camera owners catch it? HE SAILED THE BOTTLE! Off you go! What a bitch of a bottle! Off you go! Don’t get back! I know it is the tides or waves or whatever the oceanologists call that shoved me off to this island keeping you come back! But you have to go!
If a man with such limited means can find the necessary devices and be able to sail that message… If this is such a well-known phenomenon all over the world… That means such things happen, and happen them frequently, doesn’t it! If there is such an unlikely reader for such an unlikely piece of written word… THEN I KNOW YOU HAVE TO BE THERE! MY DEAR DEAR READER! I KNOW YOU WILL BE READING THIS. I AM HERE. DAMN, I WAS NEARLY FORGETTING TO WRITE THE COORDINATES. I AM BURIED UNDER ORDINARY DAIL JOB’S DOINGS. I AM UNDER SO MUCH WORK THAT IS MEANINGFUL BUT UNMEANINGFUL WHEN COMPARED TO MY DESIRE TO WRITE AND TO WRITE AND TO READ AND WRITE AND READ AND READWRITEREAD.
If that is possible, that has been possible, then I am putting this on. I am sailing, man! To the internet ocean! My only fear is, this ocean may consist of alone guys in lonely islands.
I have opened up my blog space. I have written my words. Surely this must be more than enough, compared to the ordinary regular ‘man alone in the island’ chap’s bottle message.
Or do I have to do something to promote my corner? Not now! I am busy. You know, the day job!