DRAMA MEMORIES

DRAMA MEMORIES
Elbasan hills remain to the west of Çatalca. It is on the north side of Kadıköy. They are not very large mountain ranges. They start from Murat Bey and end in Inceğiz. It all consists of about 5 hills. Those small hills hide very painful stories in their hearts.

Naturally, the good days did not last long after the exchange. Everyone who came experienced huge traumas. But for that reason, for that reason, people dispersed to all corners of the country. Those who left are gone, those who remain remain. Grandmother Emine was one of those who did not go and stayed. Actually, these were very normal back then. Those who left a homeland in a distant land. When they came here, they always searched for it. The truth is they never found it. The years of poverty had finally come. The glorious Ottoman was no more. People began to live daily. The one who found the bread considered himself lucky that day. Those who couldn't find it would of course go to bed hungry.

Emotions were like embers in an extinguished fire. They were covered with ash. The faces were still and the eyes on the faces. But there was a whole world hidden inside them. Our hearts had become incomprehensible. After Great Grandfather Ahmet, Grandmother Emine, in tears, also walked towards the truth. Bayramcık, who stayed in Elbasan, was completely alone. He started to wander around the cemetery every day. His grandmother was lying there. Many men had put his grandmother there together. Bayram was traveling to another place every day. Elbasan hills. There were very valuable treasures in those hills. He knew their value like everyone else. Every day, dozens of people walked around those hills, inch by inch. He would search for empty cartridges left over from the Balkan war. There wasn't much left on the ground. He would run to Çatalca, filling the cartridges into his saddlebag. There was a collector behind the goal in Çatalca. The more cartridges, the more money. More money meant more bread.

When hunger was severe, there was neither yellow iron nor cartridges left in the hills. The sea was over now. There was no yellow iron, the hills were empty. But Bayramcik's belly was also empty. He was slowly sent out to look for cartridges, his front was facing the hills and his back was Elbasana. Walking slowly towards the hills. On the road, he saw a boy with his clothes torn to shreds. He was two hands taller than him. I wonder who was this coming? What kind of person was he? It's like he came out of hell. He asked from afar until Eid came; Hey "You... I've never seen you. What are you doing here? What is your name? The boy who came stopped suddenly. My name is "Crazy" he said. What about you? Bayram was very surprised by this answer; He laughed loudly. The boy who came also laughed at Bayram. . They both laughed at each other, laughing at each other. The boy who came spoke again; When I say my name, everyone laughs at me, now you laugh too. Bayram looked at him and said, "Is there any name called Deli? There is no name called simply "Crazy". . A person has another name next to a crazy person; They call me crazy here too, but; My name is actually Bayram. They call me "Deli Bayram". The boy who came smiled. "Well then, we are namesakes," he said. The two children became namesakes. In the deserted Elbasan hills. Suddenly, Bayram felt that he was hungry. He asked his Deli namesake: "Are you hungry?" "Hungry," said his namesake Deli, very hungry. He asked Bayrama: "Is there any bread?" "It's yours where you know it." Bayram said, pointing to the battle-scarred hills with his finger. The bread is there, he said. Come, let's collect iron together. Let's take it to Çatalca, sell it, buy bread. It's okay, said his namesake Deli.

The two namesakes walked together. They slowly climbed up the hills. In harsh cool weather. They looked at that hole and that hole. There were neither cartridges nor yellow iron. They found nothing. With his dramatic anger, Bayram stamped his foot on a mound. Oh my God, what is that? He almost broke his thumb. He hit his foot on a huge cannonball. He called his namesake to run and take a look. While they were both looking at that cannonball with wide eyes, they noticed another one just beyond it. They were both full of gunpowder. They were left behind from the fleeing Bulgarian army. They dug the ground with their nails and took out the huge bombs. They were so heavy. The two namesakes had a hard time carrying it together. But your namesakes were hungry. But there was a problem. The bombs were full, they would not be sold in this case. The cannonballs were brand new, their bottoms bright yellow. Who knows how many cartridges each one would hold? Well... That's fine. Both cannonballs were filled with gunpowder. Hunger prevailed. They drank water, but it wasn't from a stream. They got hungrier. Let's detonate these bombs, his namesake said. Then its tip will blow up. The yellow iron at the bottom will be ours. You can do a lot with it. He said, "Do you have any matches?" asked Bayram. "No," said Bayram. "My uncles wouldn't give me matches in case I started a fire." But I know how to light a fire. I learned from flint. I have two stones. I carry a lighter. We crash them together and light the fire. Let's light the fire under the bombs, said his namesake. When the fire burns, the bombs explode. The cannonball is gone, the yellow iron is left to us. We will sell them then. Bayram liked this idea very much. He shouted with excitement. "Come on. Let's burn it then. They found a hole. They barely rolled the two bombs there. They put them side by side. They collected wood and wood. They filled the sides. His namesake said, 'It can't be like this,' its tip was straight up. 'It can't happen, it will come back and hit us.' Bayram pushed the tip of the ball a little further with his foot. His namesake Deli said, "It can't be like that." Then we will hit Çatalca. He inclined the tip of the bombs towards the west. To Satan Creek. They collected dry moss from the stones. They hammered the flint stones together. The resulting sparks ignited the dry moss. Then they burned the wood with it. They burned it. They ran away with force. They ran away and ran away.... They crossed the other hill. They started to wait. Not even 10 minutes passed. There was such a sound, like thunder. The ground moved. The flying stones rained down next to them. Two cannonballs. They exploded nearby, one after the other, and their voices were heard. A thin whistling sound followed them and disappeared in the hills. Exactly three hills away, on the Inceğiz side, in Satan Creek, there were two more explosions. The smoke rose into the sky, rose higher and disappeared. The voice was heard all the way to Elbasan. Nobody was there. These sounds were very normal back then. Someone in the coffee shop said, "This is the sound of an infidel ball." The other one said he.. he.. Another one said, "He is an infidel, but he is a Bulgarian infidel." He asked for tea from the coffee shop. They all drank together. They continued playing cards