We are fleeing the war; we are in the forest; there is a narcissus flower; I smell it. I threw the pear on the ground; it is cut; its stem is in my hand. At sea we are talking with a young male captain; he is persuading me to get into the boat.
Reading
Meeting a young woman who is blond or wheat-skinned. The pear is news of illness; the stem remaining in the hand is the patient's attaining healing and affairs getting on track. Talking with the captain is safety at the end of patience. The boat is a period in which opportunities will be many; affairs slowly get on track.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.