

Hello to Spring from the Aegean
The notes that Vivaldi uses to describe spring in The Four Seasons are amazing. Even if you listen to the music in the middle of winter,...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20242 min read


Kabataş and Oktay Tuncer as a Concept
You can learn most of the subjects that are taught to you during your school years after school. You can find methods to improve yourself...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20245 min read


Oktay Hoca
If I remember correctly, when I was in Kabataş 2nd Science B, one day, Professor Oktay asked how many people in the class had fountain...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20243 min read


Istanbul
I hate it. It's hard to come to hate something, but I do. Yes, I hate you now. I could feel sorry for you when you were first raped. I...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20242 min read


Changing World, Changing Lifestyles
Indices, foreign exchange, gold, stock market, etc. prices, charts in front of fancy screens. The world has changed, Türkiye has changed...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20242 min read


The Name of the Winds of Change in the 1980s: Mikhail Gorbachev
Gorbachev was an important name for those born in the late 1960s and early 1970s who were interested in economics and politics. As this...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20246 min read


A Family Story: Grandfather
We all have deep stories in our lives and pasts. Some we live alone and tell around. Some are told from generation to generation within...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20245 min read


Trapped in Ignorance
I read İlhan Selçuk's work called Captain Selahattin's Novel in my high school years. Captain Selahattin was an Ottoman officer. He...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20245 min read


After a Century
We're on the phone. Her excitement makes her voice tremble. "How about we send the Medal of Independence and some photographs so they can...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20243 min read


Morality Earthquake
This is not the first time Turkey has experienced an earthquake. It did not face earthquakes of the magnitude it experienced on February...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20243 min read


A Street Piano in Halicarnassus
It is not easy to scribble something in the land where the Father of History, as Cicero called him, was born. We have the responsibility...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20244 min read


Iron Heel
It was the summer of 1984 when I read Jack London's The Iron Heel. The subjects in the book had so intrigued me and had caused me to...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20243 min read


Children of Winton
669 Jewish children were kidnapped from Czechoslovakia and for nearly half a century, no one knew about this story. Grete Gjelstrup finds...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20244 min read


Germany of the 1970s Through the Eyes of a Child
I went back to the years between 1977 and 1979. For the effects of those two years on me have been deep enough to influence my life even today. Our flight from Istanbul to Munich with Lufthansa in June 1977, and then our journey by train from Munich to the city of Regensburg, and a few months later our settling into the university campus, added to my life days that were beautiful, yet also bitter and filled with unsettling events and people. In September of the same year, my
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20248 min read


Goodbye Assos
"Mom," I say, "we've come to our lands again." The island with the pointed peaks appeared again from miles away. My mother opens the...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20243 min read


Conservative Country Losing Its Culture
It was the 1980s. It was the Özal government period. The country was in the gloomy atmosphere of the September 12 martial law days. On...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20248 min read


Valentino Achak Deng
Valentino Achak Deng: The name of a long and very burdensome life story that starts from the city of Marial Bai in South Sudan and...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20244 min read


Miracles of Life: Simon Gronowski
The date is April 19, 1943. 1,631 people are being sent from a Nazi detention center in Belgium to their deaths in the gas chambers of...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20243 min read


Canakkale
Arıburnu, 1915. He has been fighting for three years. He spends every night in the trench. He knows that the moment he sticks his head...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20243 min read


Berlin 1978
I was a child, but I remember everything. In front of Brandenburg, an empty Unter Den Linden Street. Everything is white. Berlin is...
Arda Tunca
Nov 13, 20246 min read









