where do the lost memories go?

Of all the months in the year (there are 12

of them) August is the one I like most. August is one fine month.

The photo is from the famous Cleopatra beach of Turkey. Topless sunbathing is allowed in beaches in Turkey. Thats what these and many tourists are doing here, further in the picture is a tent setup by an older Turkish couple… creating their own isolation to -outside environment-. peaceful.

http://www.hurriyetim.com.tr/haber/0,,sid~1@w~1@nvid~453673,00.asp

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
( Kris Kristofferson )

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Today in 1945, a lot of people were killed by a fireball with several hundred feet radius, formed in 0.1 millisecond, with a temperature of 300,000 degrees. It was floating above the ground and rising up at 30 yards per second following the initial explosion.

Wind (at several hundred miles per hour, first from the center to the outside, then from outside to back into the center), heat rays (reaching several thousand degrees), and radioactive ultra-violet rays, gamma rays, alpha and beta particles eminated from the explosion.

It is to date the greatest antonym of peace.

The result is this poem by a Turkish dude:

I Come and Stand

I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead.

I’m only seven although I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I’m seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow.

My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind.

I need no fruit, I need no rice I
need no sweet, nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead.

All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of this world
May live and grow and laugh and play.

NAZIM Hikmet

I knew about this guy. Especially that photograph of a little boy carrying bottles in his arms while posing as if he’s proud. But I didn’t know how good he actually was. It turns out he is the master of spontaneous photography which I try so hard. Above is Alberto Giacometti in his studio.