The railing iron on the balcony fell, it was very high, I was left in the open. My mother held out a wooden stick, I held it, she pulled me inside, I got free. The repairman said three hundred for the old one, six hundred lira for the new one.
Reading
At a height one acts without thought, there is the evil eye. The mother's prayer is received, the mother is not offended. After six months, up to nine and twelve months, glad tidings and rising is a matter of the moment.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.