Sekiz yasimda olmama ragmen hala dayimin elini tutuyordum. Kapidan usulca suzulup iceri girdik beraberce.
Kitaplari oldum olasi sevmisimdir,turune gelince iste o konuda biraz maymun istahliyim. O zamanda durum boyleydi..
Universitede ingilizce okutmani olan dayim,hemen kendi alani ile ilgili kitaplarin oldugu kisma dogru yonelmisti. Kucuk,kara gozlerini kitaba dikmis,adeta dunya ile baglantisini kesmisti.Kivircik saclari dusunceli alnindan dokuluyordu.Benim ona baktigimi sezmis olacak ki kafasini yavasca kaldirip,gulumseyerek bana bakti 'Gel yanima , sana birsey soyleyecegim '
Yanina gidince tek elini omzuma koydu,gozlerimin icine bakarak ' Bak simdi , çalmak çok kotu birseydir,ayni zamanda gunahtir ama ,inan bana kitap çalmak gunah degildir' Beraberce kikirdadik.
O, ingilizce kitaplarina, bense mitoloji kitaplarina gomuldum,bilmiyorum kac saat daha kaldik orada.
Ne ben, ne o da kitap calmamistik tabiki.
Bu guzel gunun uzerinden yaklasik sekiz yil gecmisti.Bu sefer baska bir kutuphanedeydim,dayimin kutuphanesinde..! Sadece ingilizce degil,edebiyat,antropoloji, hukuk,Tip, Sosyoloji vs. ne aranirsa bulunabilecek zengin bir kitaplikti sahip oldugu.
Dayim, o gun evde yoktu,benimse onu bekleyecek kadar vaktim yoktu. Birden gozume en sevdigim yazarlardan birinin kitabi ilisti.Hayiflandim,dayimin kacta eve donecegini bilmiyordum.
Senelerce once bana ettigi nasihati (?!) hatirladim ve hic tereddutsuz kitabi cantama koydum.
Yuzumde hinzirca bir gulumse ile hizlica bir not yazip,masasinin uzerine biraktim :
'Dayicigim, nasilsa kitap calmak gunah degildi ya ..xxxx kitabini aldim,bilgin olsun. opuyorum ' :)
Ehh nasihati veren o da olsa, soz konusu olan kendi kitaplari olunca nasihatin gecerliligi kalmadi tabi.
'Kitaplarimi calmana gerek yok,benden istedigin zaman veririm' dedi kitabini elimden alirken ve birkac dakika sonra kitabi bana geri uzatti.Beraberce gulustuk.
Boylesine parlak zekali,humanist,sevgi dolu bir insana psikoz teshisi konulup,okutma hakkinin elinden alinmasina senelerce anlam veremedim,hala da veremiyorum.
Bazen, insanlari saglikli tutan tek seyin ,ellerinden alinmasi, sistemin bozuklugundan mi yoksa 'eskiya dunyaya,hukumdar olmaz' soyleminin canli ornegi mi ,emin olamiyorum... : (
I entered from the door it was the first time for me that i saw soo many books all together.
I was eight years old but i was still holding my uncle's hand. We entered together quietly.
I always love books but what kind? that's it is what i am a bit fickle about ! I was the same by the time.
My uncle who was an English teacher at the university ,just headed forward to section of his interest.
His small, dark colored eyes was staring at the book, he almost looked like disconnected from the world. Curly hairs were touching to his thoughtful forehead. Probably he felt that i was looking at him, so he called me with a smile 'Come over here, i will tell you something' . He put his hand on my shoulder when i was next to him 'Listen, stealing is really bad and biggest sin BUT believe me, stealing a book isn't a sin at all ! ' We giggled together.
Then he was again into his English books while i sunk into myth books. I don't know how many hours more ,we stayed there. And Of course we didn't steal any book ! :)
Eight years passed after that beautiful day. I was then in another library ,in my Uncle's Library !
It was such a rich library he has :not only English books but also Literature, anthropology, Law, Medicine, Sosyology etc. whatever could be found.
My Uncle wasn't at home yet and i didn't have enough to time for waiting. Suddenly ,i noticed one of my favorite author's book was there. I worried because i didn't know what time he was coming back. Then i remembed the advice (!) he told me,many years ago and i put the book into my bag resolutely. I wrote him a note with a wicked smile on my lips :
' My dear uncle, since stealing a book isn't a sin i take your xxx book ,Kisses ' :)
Well, even he was the one give me this advice and since it was his book ,the advice wasn't valid anymore of course. he said ' No need to steal my book,you can ask me then i give you' while he was taking away his book from me and then gave me back the book. We together chuckled.
I am not sure ,is this result of a broken system or is it an example for the statement of ' no sovereign for a bandit world' , taking away the only thing that keep some people healthy... : (
