The only reason that this is can be described as my greatest memory of Marmaris is because I have never experienced anything so moving and I believe we have to experience life - good or bad to get the most from it.
What a wonderful sight to see
The sunset burning, glowing crimson and orange.
Meeting the clouds, weighed down so heavily they were black
What excitement filled my veins at the beauty that I saw
But once again I'd been deceived and as I sighed for the romance that I missed, I smelt the burning
And in my head I imagined people screaming in terror as their homes were being destroyed by the roaring flames that lit the skies
And how my illusions tormented my conscience for thinking this sight was wonderful
As my imaging took over, I saw women crying helplessly, children clutching their father's legs - longing for it to be a dream
Their father's eyes laiden with sorrow and arms carrying buckets of water as heavy as their hearts
I stand gasping for my breath in a Westernised street
Each way I look I see people eating, drinking..
Laughing but no-one crying
Oblivious to the natural destruction that will devistate the villages and lives of the already poor citizens of Gokova.
When this morning I woke - vodka obliterated my memory and I went to the beach I lay in the shade listening to the swish of the waves and the music blaring from the bars
The light breeze begins and is only slightly chilled by my memories of the evening before.
Because then I saw the ash floating on the air and landing on my swimsuit, vodka sweat and cold memories of burning pines and barron mountains for a year or two at least
A helicopter flies back and forth
Gokova still burns
Written in August 1996
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