You saw a dump of a household; you are crossing a bridge; there is a stream. There are dumps like a dry mountain, and at the end a truck. The truck hit the dog; the dog's foot bled. You are sitting in a room with your mother; the tulle curtain is rustling.
Reading
The bridge is being patient. The truck is making peace with one of the elders you fell out with. News will come from a friend about an event you are hopeless about. In the unfinished work there is coming through to safety and glad tidings.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.