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The mysterious Shoreditch Park has decided to disclose all secrets from its inner world in a cold winter night by bringing two core characters of this story together. Because the park had many secrets and mysteries more than one can bear. For instance, the park has two different worlds in days and nights. Opening its doors to the good people during days, Shoreditch Park allows kind foxes by shifting to a different identity.

Shoreditch Park was like covered with thousands of secrets and mysteries. Many mystical, interesting and dramatic incidents happened in the park. It was like all these incidents belong only to this park. The incidents and experiences stucked in the park’s dusty pages should be disclosed and revealed one by one. Searched for a man to reveal all the secrets and mysteries for a long time, Shoreditch Park has finally decided on tired Veysel Baba as a reliable man. The depth in Veysel Baba’s words spoken during that night has made Shoreditch Park to take such a decision.

Shoreditch Park contacted with the unique talking fox in order to revive the man sleeping for death on a bench. Arrived to the park at that night with the purpose to find a spouse, Silent Foothas seen the exhausted man lying on a bench for a bitter end in the middle of park and called an ambulance by a payphone near the park since the fox can talk and it is aware of all the things going on. The fox even saved a couple of lives previously by acting as such. The ones saved by the fox include the ones hanged themselves on a tree, the ones wounded during a shoot-out, a person hi-jacked and wounded by a knife, a person fainted due to a strike over the head, a man having a heart attack and even a woman giving birth in the middle of park. Our warmhearted friend, the talking fox, saved a man’s life this time. While the fox was calling an ambulance by a payphone next to the park, it was also trying to warm Veysel Baba by patting his face with its tail. The tired man lying on the bench in a half-stunned mood for a bitter end could remember all these things indistinctly. He recalled the final moment of little match girl lighting under cold while dreaming about her grandmother as well as the villager ladies washing clothes by the river together with fabulous moments during his childhood. He also recalled his mother’s role in this story as she was cleaning her son and heating the water. Finally, he realized a fox trying to warm his hands and his face with its long tail.

As the man regained consciousness in the emergency service of a hospital, he failed to recognize whether these memories are real or fiction. The only thing he knows that he is alive and he is staying in the emergency service of a hospital. As our exhausted Veysel Baba recovered slightly, he tried to get information from the officers on how is his condition and how he is taken to this hospital.

Because he fell asleep for a bitter end at that night in the middle of park. Who would rescue him from this situation? Who would go to the park at that cold and late night? Does the fox he remembers indistinctly really exist? Did he survive because of this fox or did this fox bring him to the hospital?

                The man returned home in the evening together with these questions. Encountered death previously for many times, Veysel Baba has succeeded to survive. Regardless of tortures, hunger, thirst, confinement and desolation, he didn’t surrender and he somehow survived. When this exhausted man spent his entire life with a model struggle has been betrayed and left for loneliness by his friends, he dove to the vibrant nightlife of London. Thus, he became a wicked part of a fake, cruel and empty life by moving away from his nature.The humanitarian values adopted to death by Veysel Baba are now replaced with empty glasses in the pubs, the relationships based on self-interests and the fake smiles.

                After Veysel Baba returned home, he thought about all these things and decided to be involved in a self-criticism process since he would not survive in this way and this kind of life style doesn’t fit to his nature. While he was once taken as a role model with a great respect, Veysel Baba was now standing here as a monument of defeat. He should stop the rot and take new decisions regarding his remaining lifetime. He should hold on the precious gift of life by leaving all experiences behind and by taking relevant lessons. To do so, he should turn towards spirituality as the primary savior force instead of the dirty and contrived game called politics. Because spirituality is a safe haven under such conditions whereas it eliminates the internal evil forces together with the evil thoughts, draws people away from the pessimistic thoughts, gives meaning and depth to life as well as to provide humanity with a new spirit, hope and life.

                See what are the words of the great thinker and sufi Mawlana Jalaluddin-i Rumi (1207-1273) for the people losing hope in such cases and the pessimist ones like our Veysel Baba:

                “Don’t face towards desparation. There is always a hope. Don’t go to the dark side, there is always a sun.”

                “Don’t give up hope during distressed times. Work hard and show great effort. You will see. The sunny and bright times will embrace you one day. Challenge accompanies convenience. Get yourself together and never lose your hope.”

                “The sun is an evidence of its existence. If you would seek evidence, don’t turn away from the sun.”

                “Spending life for an empty purpose is a great waste. Because one-hour of life could not be traded with one hundred dinars.”

                “Oh, the son! Don’t be committed, but to consider freedom. Until when you would remain as a slave for gold and silver?Even though you try to pour the entire sea into a bucket, this bucket shall take your daily need in maximum.”

                “The person seemed awake is actually dead to the world. His woken state is worse than his sleep. If your existence would not be awaken by God, then your woken state seems like the one in a prison.”

                “The material person is poor and coward. It is worthless to fear from thieves. Regardless that he borns and dies in naked, he suffers due to this fear of thieves.”

                “The material mind is a result of emotions and desires. It is an obstacle preventing you from the path of Allah. The lives following crows shall proceed, but reach to a grave at the end.”

                “The tricks for material benefits are useless, but the ones decreasing the material passions are good. This world is a prison and we are the prisoners. We should dig this prison and escape from there.”

                “Attain wealth by means of poverty, leave the world behind. The path’s eternity relies on union, leave your clothes behind. If God is your purpose, then avoid thinking deeper. Forget the world and leave materialism behind.”

                “You gave me a drop of mind from your presence. Make me to reach your seas and save me from this drip.”

                “Be like amusical composition. Let them to tell your name with longing.”

                “I would like to have dignitiy. I found it within modesty.”

                “I would like to be a sun spreading to oceans and deserts in golden rays. I would like to be the wind blowing at nights and involving in the curse of innocents.”

                “There are thousands of traps in the path of life and we are like the enthusiastic but poor pigeons. Regardless of thousands of traps per mile, there wouldn’t be any concern as long as you stand together with us.”

                “Whether a lame, lazy or impudent, turn to Him, listen to Him and come to Him.”

                “Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving, it doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times. Come, come again, come.”

                Exhausted Veysel Baba was thinking of involving in a new decision phase following the deep spiritual and meaningful words of Mawlana Jalaluddin-i Rumi, the sultan of hearts. He should move away from a hollow life style as a materialist individual and he should switch to a spiritual, humanitarian and reliable life style providing guidance in any sense. In order to reach the spiritual satisfaction, he should escape from the evil thoughts based on self-interests together with daily relations and materialist approach. For example, he should change his social circle immediately or he should cease the vibrant nightlife. Consequently, he should quit smoking, drinking, irregular eating habit and staying sleepless. Because this man has become a monument of devotion, defeat, regret, pessimism and insensitivity.

                Several sins or irresponsible acts such as smoking, drinking, irregular life style and nightlife are further included in the man’s profile filled with torture, fear, betrayal, deception, alienation, blood, tear, sadness, starvation andpoverty. How long his weakened body would bear these deposited irregular lives?

                At this stage, he should get himself together. He shouldn’t be defeated in spiritual and physical senses.

He should get up. He shouldn’t allow deeper pains and tears on his weakened body. There should be no room for regrets, betrayals, desolatenesses, alienations, tragedies, tears, psychic traumas, physical pains, sleepless nights, suicidal attempts and regretful words.

                Renowned with his essays on surrealism as one of the leading names in respect of magical reality, the Argentinian poet and author Jorge Luis Borges (24.08.1899 – 14.06.1986) takes the papers and writes down a poem with many regrets when he feels the cold breath of death during last times of his examplary life including dense artistic activities and performances. Let’s see what Jorge Luis Borges tells on his regrets in this poem:

If I could live again my life,

In the next - I'll try,

- to make more mistakes,

I won't try to be so perfect,

I'll be more relaxed,

I'll be more full - than I am now,

In fact, I'll take fewer things seriously,

I'll be less hygenic,

I'll take more risks,

I'll take more trips,

I'll watch more sunsets,

I'll climb more mountains,

I'll swim more rivers,

I'll go to more places - I've never been,

I'll eat more ice creams and less (lime) beans,

I'll have more real problems - and less imaginary

ones,

I was one of those people who live

prudent and prolific lives -

each minute of his life,

Offcourse that I had moments of joy - but,

if I could go back I'll try to have only good moments,

If you don't know - thats what life is made of,

Don't lose the now!

I was one of those who never goes anywhere

without a thermometer,

without a hot-water bottle,

and without an umberella and without a parachute,

If I could live again - I will travel light,

If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet

at the beginning of spring till

the end of autumn,

I'll ride more carts,

I'll watch more sunrises and play with more children,

If I have the life to live - but now I am 85,

- and I know that I am dying ...

-Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986)

Indeed, we all have numerous dreams like Jorge Luis Borge in this world with many beauties. Since we sometimes fail to make our dreams come true with several regrets, we continue blaming ourselves every time we turn back. We list these endless regrets as we realize how we are defeated against the cruel facts of life, how we are converted to materialist individuals, how we are transformed to machines deprived of emotions, how we are converted to brutal commodities and how we walk away from our beautiful dreams one by one. We try to recall our unachieved dreams with many regrets by taking papers and pen in the age of 80’s or 90’s like Jorge Luis Borges and me. As Veysel Baba from Dersim, an exhausted man reaching to 60 years, I would like to say:

                “I wish to stay as a child. I wish I have never met with the cruel facts of life.”

                I wish I have lived forever in this small mountain village together with my dreams.

                I wish I have never grown up. I wish I haven’t been dispersed by following a dream of changing the world.

                I wish I haven’t been familiar with good concepts such as politics, justice, peace, fraternity, love and unity. Accordingly, I wish I have never met with those killers, despots, savage leechers, traitors and selfish ones. I wish I have never experienced so much pain, tragedy, sadness, disappointment, alienation, desolateness andregrets.

                I wish to be a walnut tree grown up and forgotten simply in far lands. I wish to be a friend of a squirrel living in that tree. I wish to be a plum tree turning green and yielding fruits during spring. I wish to turn greener and make my fruits tastier for the people seeing me.

                I wish to be a snowdrop raising to the sky through the snow melting by the beginning of spring. I also wish to be a ladybug, a bee or a butterfly perching on that flower. Or, I wish to be a simple clover growing nearby a rock and connecting with earth as a mortal.

                I wish I have never been such a selective, attentive, daydreamer and obsessed person.

                I wish to be a book, pencil, notebook, brush, canvas or kite at the hands of a child.

                I wish to be involved in people’s dreams like stars and I wish to decorate their beautiful dreams.

                I wish to embrace the entire world like a rainbow. I wish to be a rain regenarating all deserts, plains, mountains, hills, valleys and forests. But...?

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15/08/2016 Veysel  Baba - Kinder House, London

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Essentially, this mysterious story between the fox Silent Foot and Veysel Baba takes place in the famous Shoreditch Park of Northern London, as the city of rains.

                One of the main characters in this mysterious story named Veysel Baba lives alone at number 8 of Kinder House next to the Shoreditch Park.

                As the other character of this interesting story, the fox named Silent Footalso lives alone in its shelter at the bottom of walls of St John’s Hoxton Church. Shoreditch Park bringing together of these characters from different worlds and forming a circle of compassion collects and keeps many secrets for these characters.

                Including these secrets, Shoreditch Park has two different worlds in days and nights. The lovely Shoreditch Park filled with people and playing children during days turns to a different place and becomes a meeting point for all foxes living around the vicinity. The loyal Shoreditch Park with numerous secrets and mysteries would never be disturbed with these two identities or ways of life.

                One day, Shoreditch Park covered with the secrets has decided to use its entire energy in order to meet and introduce these two different characters of our story in the morning of a winter day. Veysel Baba was drinking in a pub until late at that winter night and dragged to a world of uncertainty. It was two o’clock in the morning when he left the pub. The man was hitting the bottle day and night like a tired warrior or a commander whom lost everything.

                The man has drunk on that night as usual and he was willing to continue if the pub has not been closed. The man left the pub in a desparate mood and headed towards the bus station. The weather outside was really cold and he waited the bus for a long time. The entire city was in a deep sleep at that time while he was hanging around miserably in the streets. Waited for so long in a cold weather, the man has taken a seat in the back. He just wanted to arrive home and lie on his bed. As he arrived to the bus stop close to his home, he got off and started to walk towards home by passing through Shoreditch Park. Walking on this path is helpful for sobering up. By this way, he was trying to take lessons from his mistakes. However, as the morning comes and he sobers up, he turns to the same mistakes.

As Veysel Baba was walking around the park in a very early morning hour with a scattered and sleepless mood, he thought the happy people sleeping in this hour. While all the people working for a certain reason and sustaining a stable life were sleeping and dreaming, he was spending days and nights at the pubs persistently. Believed in having great times all night long, the man actually was making his life unbearable and searching for a healthy way of life every night. A good reason or a happy coincidence would ensure him to hold on life or get on his feet. His weak body ruined by inhumane tortures many years ago has been fully collapsed due to irregular life style and eating habit as well as harmful habits such as alcohol.It was the time to stop the rot. But how? He didn’t know the exact answer.

The talking fox, the other character of this story, left its home as a shelter for many years under the walls of St. John’s HoxtonChurch and headed towards the mysterious Shoreditch Park. In these months of winter (January-February), female foxes take the road to the famous Shoreditch Park to find a male candidate for mating whereas male foxes try all means for flirting. If a male is successful, then he would mate.Besides mating, the male fox stays near the female one and helps in caring the babies. Following a fifty-day of maternity, the mother fox gives birth to three or five babies. This number would rise up to twelve in certain occassions. The eyes of infants are closed and they can’t see for two weeks. The red fox babies with the binominal name of Vulpes Vulpes are fed by their mother for first six weeks. The babies get familiar with the nature by playing around by the first month. In case the female fox dies for any reason or fails to return home, the male undertakes the care of babies.

The infant babies start to move independently from their mother. Following ten months, they reach the maturity level sufficient for mating whereas they leave the nest and start searching for a new shelter by the first year. The red foxes hunt usually at nights. Except of the mother fox teaching the hunting ways to her babies, all foxes hunt alone. Spending the year alone, the red foxes are seen frequently throughouth Europe as in other continents. The red foxes seen especially in Northern Europe also live in the rural areas of England.

As the trouble makers for rural population employed generally in farming, the foxes enjoy to steal and feed with poultry including chickens, turkeys, gooses and even rabbits.

Furthermore, they also steal and feed with other animals like pigeons or rats. By this way, the red foxes prevent from overpopulation of animals in urban areas. In this sense, they are beneficial for us since they contribute indirectly to sanitary environment within the cities. Recognized with their crafty nature and involved in may stories by this nature, the foxes can adapt to different life forms easily. By choosing the cities as living spaces, the red foxes generally appear at nights except the cold winter months. It is almost impossible to recognize the red foxes moving and walking silently while it is possible to see them in every region of England. Our sly and trouble maker friends finding or creating a living space near the villages, cities and parks are the roots of our widely known stories and dreams.

Found a shelter by the walls of two-hundred years old St. John’s Hoxton Church close to the mysterious Shoreditch Park located in the northern region of London, the city of rains, this trouble maker and night hunter fox also belongs to the vulpes family. Silent Foot took the road to Shoreditch Park with the hope for finding a new spouse in that cold winter night and noticed a man talking to oneself and sitting on a bank in a half-stunned mood. The man was alone and drowned in tears. This old man seemed to repent in that moment. Regardless that his home is located near the park, he has chosen this park to punish himself in a cold winter night. While the entire city was sleeping at that moment, the monument of loneliness Veysel Baba has preferred to punish himself with persistence.

Silent Foot, the talking fox, saw the desparate mood of this man appeared to be a monument of defeat and gave up looking for a spouse. By crawling quietly along the bushes, the fox went to the man sitting on the bench. In such a close distance, the fox heard the regretful words of this old man. The man’s lonesome, desperate and plaintive mood made the fox very upset. Settled in the mysterious Shoreditch Park and its vicinity for a long time, Silent Footprobably didn’t experience such a sad coincidence. It seemed like the man has fallen to the middle of this mysterious park from an incomplete story. It also seemed like various mystical powers have sent this man sitting on a bench in order to finish the story.

Silent Foot, by means of its knowledge gained for many years, took a decision immediately and said: “This man must be the lucky person whom I have been waiting for many years. The man seems faithful and frustrated by loneliness just like me. I can open the door of friendship based on mutual respect, trust and love with this man seemed like the monument of loneliness.

It is necessary for me to welcome this important opportunity”. The fox walked on its paws silently and reached the man. However, the man sitting desperately on a bench was frustrated to notice the talking fox.

                Spent the entire day in pubs, the man was drunk, sleepless and fatigued. His home is a few hundred meters away but he decided to spend the night in this mysterious park since there was a forgotten or neglected confession issue. He needed to complete this confession issue definitely in the middle of the park. There was nobody outside due to cold weather and late hour. As nobody would hear in 3 am, he was able to shout his objections and cry to his God freely.

                Under the influence of these thoughts, the man stood up with his last effort and started to pray loudly by raising both hands to the sky. He shouted:

                “Cry, oh Veysel Baba, cry! You reached the end of this road. You have the sole responsibility against the defeat in a challenging struggle called life. You are also the leading actor of this tearful solo tragedy. There is no future in this play and there is no need to be a future. Because you don’t have any place in this journey to hope called life. You don’t fit to this journey. You ruin the harmony, rhythm and beauty of this journey. As there is no future beyond this phase, it’s time for you to retreat, isn’t it? Because you really don’t fit to this world with your sinful and insensible life style.

                Oh, Veysel Baba! You produced, wrote and played this solo tragedy filled with many regrets. Sometimes you were benevolent, helpful, fair, egalitarian or a warrior of justice while you also were betrayed, tortured, pushed towards loneliness, forgotten, colored, directed by numerous ideas and included in the choir of devotion by prefering simplicity. Regardless that you have realized your never ending mistakes, you never hesitated, criticised yourself or got yourself together. You were a stubborn all the time whereas you didn’t want to take lessons from your mistakes by turning back. You made such a defeat inevitable by persisting on yourself.

                Oh, Veysel Baba! You are performing your final scene like a monument of defeat in the middle of this park at such a cold winter night while the people are sleeping well in their homes. Most of the people excluding you did the right thing by following the simple truths of life and they formed several life norms. On the other hand, you escaped from the simple truths by choosing the easiest way and created a fake world based on lies. Thus, you became a little toy for the empire of sins and crimes.

Many people care about days by involving in daily works while you act in the contrary way by chasing pleasure andparticipating in charming nights. As the people walk for a holy purpose, you walk towards darkness with a great tenacity.

                Oh, Veysel Baba! O, the man frustrated by life! O, the man as a friend of loneliness! Where is the man who was once recognized as a role model? Where is the man who was once foresighted with modern thoughts? Where is the man who was an anti-capitalist? Where is the man who had universal and socialist thoughts? Where is the man who pointed out peace, fraternity and equality? Where is the stubborn man who defended freedom? Where is the man who told all the people in this world are equal? Where is the man who drew a line in discrimination between races and faiths? Where is that nature lover man standing against global warming? Where? He is right here standing as a monument of defeat in the middle of Shoreditch Park.

                You, Veysel Baba! This sad defeat is your mark as well as the tearful final. You reached the end of this tearful game. Soon, the lights will be turned off and the act will end forever. Everything that has a beginning also has an end. People come into the world, grow up and die finally. You were born, you grew up and you are now facing with this modest final. It is unnecessary to insist on this dramatic path of life. In this point, it is also unnecessary to persist and continue this meaningless life. Because more life means more pain, distress, tear, disappointment, defeat and loneliness. For this reason, farewell to all memories and experiences. Farewell, farewell, farewell...”

                The weather was really cold at that moment and it was four in the morning when this tired man fell asleep in the middle of Shoreditch Park. There were nobody around except our talking fox, Silent Foot. Fell asleep for death slowly at that cold winter night, the man felt his blood drawn from his veins. In a half-blind state, he saw a fox. It seemed this fox would like to warm the man with its long tail. The fox’s kind behavior and effort made him to remember his warmhearted mother.When the man is alone, he always remembers his childhood days and the villager ladies washing clothes by the river. He also recalls her mother cleaning his son on the rubbles. Everytime he feels cold and says “Mom, I’m cold”, he remembers her mother heating the water in a boiler and then pouring it over his head. But in such a cold winter night, there was nobody to warm him in the middle of this park. Only a talking fox witnessed the incidents and revived the man fell asleep for death by intervening to the current situation.

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08/08/2016 Veysel  Baba - Kinder House, London

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Mawlana Jalaluddin-i Rumi, the sultan of hearts, defines love as follows: “Look at the world where you live, which piece fails to be raised in the arms of compassion? Why do you prefer to reach a place by fighting instead of pleasing or embracing?

The universe is connected with love. Learn to show your love in order to ensure your heart to realize there is a place for any kind of love. Remember that the world scares from stony-hearted ones.

Griefs would be relieved with love. Copper becomes goldby love. Fears settle down and purify by love. Troubles recover by love. The sultans become servants by means of love.”

The sultan of hearts also defines the malevolent people getting involved in evil, cruelty or rudeness as follows:

“You are digging a well with cruelty, but you should know that you are digging this well for yourself. Don’t spin your surrounding like a silkworm. If you would like to dig a well, then dig at your height.

Impudent one not only harm himself, but also set fire to the entire ambient. This sky has become a place full of lights by means of politeness. The angels have become clean of crimes by politeness. O, the intriguer digging a hole with cruelty! You are preparing a trap for yourself. O, the eyes crying for others! Come, take a seat and cry for yourself! A candle is enlightened by tears.

O, the smart one! Never involve in any ignorant act that you will regret as you sober up!

O, the one seeding thorns in this world! Pull yourself together. Don’t search for these thorns in the garden of roses.”

Good people addressing to our hearts as role models in order to create a world full of love by placing compassion on the base are one side whereas the people with the spirits of a murderer or a monster intending to turn this world to hell through cruelty and blood are on the other side. These wild creatures having the purpose to place this world on hate and evil basis aimed London to perform their horrible plans. In the simultaneous terrorist attacks organized by Al Qaeda on July, 7th 2005 in London subway, 52 innocent and beloved people have lost their lives.

There was one person failed to be included in police records or crime scene reports of terrorist attacks on July, 7th 2005 regardless that she lost his life. Nobody has seen this person, but an officer employed in King’s Cross Underground Station. In this date, 26 bodies were recovered in total from the station. However, since any evidence or track has not been found for this girl mentioned by the station’s security officer in his testimony, this incident was swept under the rug and the case was closed.Following this horrible attack, the security officer was left with a phone with his hand as an evidence while he did not want to be humiliated by insisting more and more. Because nobody was believing in his words. The people were accusing him with daydreaming. In such a case, it wouldn’t be worthwhile to insist.

Actually nobody would know or expect this incident in the station to have an alternative aspect and the intervention of various supernatural powers as the experiences in that day are covered with a secret failing to be comprehended by common people. The girl lost her life on this date was nobody but the Wind Haired Girl chosen by the God of north winds Boreas for assistance.

The warm-hearted Boreas has assigned the warden of winds Eolo to protect and follow this most beautiful wind haired girl against the infernal hurricanes of cruel Thyphon. Protected the Goddess of south winds Azgulere from all dangerous situations for almost eighteen years, this time, Eolo has failed to protect our wind haired girl with her new name of Azgulere due to his defeat against the people’s demonic tricks. How would he know that some people carry murderous bombs in their bags or backpacks? How would he anticipate that some people are so cruel?

As the wind haired girl protected invisibly by the warden of winds Eolo has lost her life in the bombing, Eolo informs Boreas immediately. Then, Boreas intervenes by creating a magical wind together with a fog in order to make this incident invisible and takes our Goddess of south winds to a far land named as windy valley in tales. Having heard of this upsetting incident, the Goddess of winds Alkyone arrives to windy valley. Everyone feels a deep sorrow at that time since the dead body of our wind haired girl lies in a cottage located in the middle of this valley covered with snow. The clock ticks against them by every second.

Decided to take an immediate step, Boreas and Alkyone simultaneously inhale all the magical winds on the earth and blow them to the dead body of our beautiful wind haired girl in order to give a new spirit, breath and life to her. By the life-giving magical breaths of Boreas and Alkyone, the golden hair of our wind haired girl slightly moves and a power filled with energy resurrects the girl by covering her entire body.

Boreas and Alkyone has told the entire story to the resurrected wind haired girl. The girl already recognized them from the celebration in previous night. However, she never knew that they stand as a God and a Goddess with such magical powers. Boreas told the mystery on her hair whereas he also showed how they declared her as the Goddess of south winds by the first day of her birth and how they protected her with the wander of winds Eolo.He also mentioned how she has lost her life in King’s Cross Underground Station following the terrorist attack while he has taken her to windy valley upon Eolo’s call.

Boreas told how they have resurrected her with the assistance of the Goddess of winds Alkyone whereas the life in the valley is actually virtual with significant differences in comparison to the real world. Boreas also assigned duties to her after she is acclaimed as the goddess of winds and directed all southern winds to her in order to gain assistance against the cruel god of storm Typhon. Since then the wind haired girl has become the goddess of southern winds. The control over the southern winds now belongs to her. The wind haired girl awarded with immortality shall reside in the windy valley eternally as Azgulere whereas this valley shall be her untouchable castle and mystical base where she would direct the southern winds.

                During these incidents in the windy valley, there was a deep sorrow in the wind haired girl’s home. As days pass, nobody would give solace to the warm-hearted mother failed to receive any news from the wind haired girl. Yet, they organized a celebration and enjoyed until late in this house few days ago.There were signs of this beautiful girl in every corner of the house. Her scent, breath, silky voice, shining eyes and silent walk spread all around home. Her belongings, books, pens, photos, brushes and CDs was telling her story as well as her golden scissors, necklace and earrings. I wonder whether this girl with this golden hair waving by the winds has lived in this house or it was just a dream. The mother opened the wardrobe where she keeps her golden hair since childhood to solve this puzzle. As she held and smelled thegolden hair, all of her concerns have gone instantly.

                The classmates of wind haired girl were organized by assigning duties with the purpose to end this mystery and find any clue related to the wind haired girl. London Police Department was conducting an investigation in consideration of a missing person. The wind haired girl’s friends placed a missing person announcement on newspapers and involved in a comprehensive search by distributing flyers in the most crowded streets. They searched for the beloved wind haired girl among the injured people taken to the hospital in the bombing. They also placed an announcement on the radio and applied for the missing persons department. Regardless of these great efforts, any clue or evidence has failed to be found.

                As the last resort, the wind haired girl’s friends decided to contact with the security officer in King’s Cross Underground Station by any means. Following huge efforts, they convinced the officer and gathered together in the girl’s home. The security officer couldn’t escape from the shock he experienced in that day. The man was under the influence of a spiritual trauma due to the stated incident. Nobody found his words realistic, nor anyone believed his story. Consequently, he stepped back and became silent.

The strange moments in that day occupied his mind constantly. He thought to escape from the psychic trauma captured him incidentally by sharing his experiences with someone else. The people gathered together in this day were wishing to hear his experiences and the incidents. Realized this intention, the man has told all events in detail and described a girl lying dead on the scene with her golden hair, her bag and even her dress.

                The mother is now sure of every detail after the story of security officer since the man’s words was pointing out her daughter. Then, the man has mentioned a colorful smoke cloud and told that the girl has disappeared suddenly by this cloud. The man was unable to understand how the girl has been gone missing. Last, he stated that he took and hid the young girl’s phone by breaking the rules. To verify his words, he has given her phone to the mother. Everything is clear now. The young girl’s phone was somehow delivered to the mother. However, there was still no news from the girl while anybody had no idea whether the girl is alive.

                The wind haired girl’s mother and classmates have tried every way to solve such a mysterious issue. Regardless of the girl’s existence together with an eye witness, her cell phone and the recordings of cameras placed at the entrance of Old Street Underground Station, they have failed to convince London Police Department. Their efforts were not sufficient to reach a result and provide a solution for this incident. After a certain point, the wind haired girl’s mother and classmates started to believe that it would be a wise decision to leave everything to time and wait with a great patience.

                It’s been months. A group of teachers from the wind haired girl’s previous school have decided to take a vacation for two weeks in an unpopular ski resort. Following a six-hour journey, this group consisting of six persons arrived to the ski resort. They got very excited when they have heard a place called windy valley from the officers. The teachers organized a meeting and decided to pass through this valley where nobody dared to go. Since theywent there for skiing with the search for adrenaline, the famous windy valley should be the best place for their interests.

                The windy valley is literally a very windy place with steep slopes, cliffs and sharp sides. The teachers made preparations in the early morning and reached to the peak of windy valley by a rental helicopter.

First, they observed the windy valley whereas the helicopter started descending as they have found a secure route for skiing. Initially, everything was fine and the teachers were filled with great adrenaline. There was an irresistable enthusiasm by the race between the teachers on the windy valley’s steep slopes while a strange wind ruined everything suddenly. The snow dispersed by this wind has turned to a blizzard. The connection between the teachers skiing on the windy valley was lost entirely due to heavy snow. The last teacher in the group lost control and he was dragged to opposite direction by this strange wind. Separated from the friends in the front side and realized the cliff, he thought that he has nothing else to do. He closed his eyes in the edge of cliff and flew to eternity. After floating in the sky like an eagle, he found himself at the bottom of cliff.

                The ski fan teacher was petrified as half-stunned at the bottom. As he regained consciousness, he was not quite sure whether he is alive. The man first tried to recall this experience and then examined his body with almost frozen hands. Realized that there is not a fracture or dislocation on his body, the teacher stood up with a great effort and started to walk towards the mysterious forest in his front. The weather was so cold and it started to get dark. In such a weather, it was necessary to find a shelter against cold and hungry wolves. He was walking, but at the same time, the trees were also walking and directing him. Noticed this mysterious state of the forest, the teacher was scared more and more. After walking for a long time with quick steps, he was about to lose hope. He saw a light in the deep points of the forest and started to walk towards this light. He arrived to the cottage without knowing the surprise there and fell down in the front door.

                The snowfall continued on this mysterious forest in the windy valley until morning. As the teacher arrived to this place upon an invitaion from distant lands has recovered his consciousness, he realized that he is welcomed in a beautiful cottage while a young girl was cooking something on the stove placed in the middle of the cottage. In a half-stunned mood, the man tried to remember something related to yesterday, the accident, the windy valley, his colleagues, last night or the way he is brought to that cottage.

                While he was thinking about the last events on his bed, the girl cooking something on the stove noticed that her guest has regained consciousness.

She turned towards him and said: “Good morning teacher! How are you now? Are you able to recover?” The man was very surprised since an unfamiliar young girl has addressed to him as “teacher”. How would this girl know his profession?

                The man somehow stood up and said: “Thanks for everything. If I’m still alive, it’s because of your helpful attitude. But, I didn’t understand one thing. You just called me as teacher. How do you know that I’m a teacher?” The girl removed her scarf and replied: “Teacher, it’s me. Didn’t you recognize? I’m Deloria, your hardworking but handful student whom you were unable to deal with her craziness.” Her beloved teacher didn’t even know what he would say upon these words since the girl announced as missing for months was standing just in front of him.

                As the man realized that the young girl claimed to be lost in the bombing of King’s Cross Underground Station in the morning of July, 7th without any news is her beloved student Deloria, he hugged and kissed her many times with a desparate longing. It was really worthwhile to see the meeting of teacher with his student after a few months in this mysterious valley. Thus, a complicated incident turned to a puzzle has been solved by happiness in the fabulous deep areas of windy valley.

                Following the pleasing encounter of teacher with his student, logic has taken its place. Because there were numerous questions required to be raised and answered. These two persons met accidentally after months have made a perfect breakfast and then recalled their memories. Deloria’s teacher mentioned the efforts of her friends shown after the bombing. He also told how they organized everyone and searched for their beloved friend with a great energy. After the teacher’s words, the wind haired girl was really happy to have such a warm-hearted friends.

                After all of this, the wind haired girl decided to talk to his teacher about her experiences in detail. Now, she should relieve her mother from her endless tears and send thanks to her friends. In consideration of certain important points, the wind haired girl started to tell several information on her current condition:

                “My dear teacher, I was the actual reason for your travel to here for skiing in the windy valley. I caused you to be dragged near the cliff by means of a strange wind appeared while you were skiing in the windy valley. I also caused you to fall down to the deep forest. The main reason for all these events is my mother’s endless tears.

                My dear teacher, as you know pretty well, I was disappeared following the bombing in King’s Cross Underground Station. Actually, I have lost my life in this attack. Then, both the God of northern winds Boreas and the warden of winds Eolo assigned to protect me have taken my body to this place. Boreas kept me alive by using his entire energy. Thus, I will stay in the windy valley until doomsday. Naturally, it will be a virtual life with huge differences in comparison to the real world.

                My primary duty in here is to control, sustain and direct the southern winds as Azgulere, the Goddess of southern winds as well as to assist the northern winds. This place will be my center where I control and direct the southern winds. Nobody would enter this area but you.Just for once, the virual door of windy valley has been opened and certain necessary information for my mother has been hereby delivered to you.

                Soon, the warden of winds Eolo will take you to the entrance of the other side. As you pass through the border, this part will be closed to you and other mortals. When you return to London, please tell all of your experiences and observations to my mother and my friends. Also tell them that I’m very happy in the windy valley. As the southern winds appear, let them to step outside and feel the sweet winds within their bodies. There is a sign from me in every touch of southern winds. My magical hair spread all over the world by the southern winds. No matter who faces difficulty against storms, it would be sufficient to call Azgulere. By this shout, my hair would grow immediately and help the one screaming for help by taking from the middle of storm. I am Azgulere, the famous Goddess of southern winds and I shall rule this valley until the doomsday.”

                Listened carefully of the Wind Haired Girl’s interesting story,the teacher has lost his words. Everything is now covered with more mystery. The wind haired girl took the teacher to the cottage door. In front side, there was a sleigh pulled by deers. Everything was similar to the tales and this dream was about to end. The warden of winds Eolo was waiting near the sleigh. It was the time to say goodbye. The girl hugged her teacher for the last time. At that moment, the wind haired girl gave her teacher a pin together with a lock of hair and said:

                “My teacher, please bring this pin and hair to my beloved mother. She will understand the meaning of these objects that are concrete evidences for my existence. Please deliver these belongings to my mother and remember to say hello to everybody.”

                Following this last conversation, the wind haired girl took the teacher to the sleigh and bid farewell to him in tears.

Arrived to the border of windy valley with the sleigh pulled by the warden of winds Eolo, the teacher was shocked as he found himself at the other side of valley. He returned to the real life whereas he was found by the rescue party searching signs for last night and taken to the hotel. Regardless that the man has talked to his colleagues and hotel officials about his experiences, the people accussed him for dreaming.

                As the group of teachers travelled to the windy valley for skiing has returned to London, the lucky teacher claiming to see the wind haired girl visited her mother and told everything that he saw and experienced there. He also gave the wind haired girl’s belongings to the mother. The mother immediately recognized her daughter’s belongings. The golden pin and hair really belongs to her daughter Doleria and they are the evidences for her existence.

                Her beloved daughter Doleria will live forever in a world of tales called the windy valley. Hereafter, she will control and direct the southern winds as the Goddess of southern winds Azgulere. When the southern winds appear, the mother and the friends would feel her sweet touch since these winds consist of her kindness and warm-heartedness with a mystical touch.

END OF CHAPTER

01/08/2016 Veysel  Baba - Kinder House, London