there was no bread for you to carry home. you fell into a deep, dark sleep. no light, no sound, no touch could rouse you. no songs, no whispers, no words could reach you. you couldn’t move your mouth to a smile. days fell into nights, nights fell into more nights, and in the darkness the seasons changed around you. you spent a summer, an autumn and a winter in a silent, black dream. your body withered to a feather, perfectly still. with spring the curtain fell on your unblinking eyes. now thousands of hands carry the thick of your brow and the light of your smile to the grey skies above them. there is a murderer in our midst, and no one has forgotten.
in june 2013, 15-year old berkin elvan was struck in the head by a tear-gas canister in istanbul while on his way to buy bread. he died on march 11th 2014, after 269 days in a coma.