BACK TO THE BEGINNING (Dön Başa) The roads you pass through, the doors you arrive at— as soon as they open, strange faces, familiar voices, tomorrows and yesterdays. Behind you, roads, roads that cannot be returned from. Ahead of you, years— burnt bridges, ships already set on fire. You had to try. You had to walk. You had to arrive. Every new beginning carries light in your eyes, and haste in your heart— always, always. What remains behind is an echo, a faint, empty dream. And in front of you, the road— back to the beginning, back to the beginning.
