In a city square I do not know, the ground is cracked and dry. It was not an earthquake, magma is glowing between the cracks. My late father, holding my hand, passes calmly in front of me. I am single and jobless.
Reading
It points to a distress in a material matter. It points to finding work and strength, to succeeding with patience, and to a wish of yours coming to be. A work door of yours is opening.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.