Photos& Text: Tuncay Dersinlioglu
I made an important decision about my life. I’m going back to village. I can’t exactly make out the time exactly but I know it’s going to happen eventually.
I was not born in a village, never lived there. I don’t know what village life looks like. I read the stories of wonderful people who got rid of the noisy, boring and stressful city life and started living the golden years a bit early, set their hearts on agricultural production eating the olive picking it from its tree and village bread at its best.
I’m witnessing to the life of my dear father, who was born in village, migrated to city, lived in Europe, then came back to his country and chose to build a house in his village for some reason. I’m listening to his unique experiences which he is not very eager to share. I’m observing village life carefully for a while and getting ready for a simpler life.