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2016: The Year of Shame / Das Jahr der Schande
History will record 2016 as a year when all micro and macro cultural conflicts are accelerated. Thisyear will be remembered as a year of conflicts between brothers, neighbours, fellow citizens; between east and west, rich and poor… 2016 will take place in history as a year when humanity is forgotten, peace become meaningless or just
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10 November 2016
Tomorrow is 10 November 2016. Many Turkish will post photos, quotes of Ataturk. This is the 78. Death anniversary of the founder of Turkish Republic, revolutionist, Mustafa Kemal Ataturk. He is very important for us because he is the symbol of enlightenment, secularism and open-mindedness, or at least for me. I always believe that thoughts,
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You are the Problem
When we are not pleased with our lives, the easiest way to justify it is to complain about environment and blame every external things. It might be true that some external effect prevents us to make it better then you need to change it. First of all, look at yourself. internet It is usually easy
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Happiness is Bullshit
Many times I heard the phrase ‘I want to be happy’ and always I found it stupid to say because happiness it is not something you can buy or have. It is just passing moment. More you seek for it, more you feel down. This is not also a new question that we are looking
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What makes you different?
What makes us different? Should we proud of being English, American, German, Turkish, Christian, Jewish, Muslim? What about? Afghans, Congolese, Syrian? Should they blush? Should the child blush who get drowned and goes into the bottom of the sea on the way of ‘better life’? Or should the African children blush when they are waiting
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‘YOU’…
‘YOU’… This is what you see every time you look at the mirror. Every step, every decision, every move says ‘me’. ‘I want’, ‘I did’, ‘I did not’… Then you begin to think what makes you ‘you’? Everything changes that time. ‘Me’ transforms into something else. It becomes a block of stones waiting to be

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