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A Republic, A Celebration, A Page Today (October 29, 2025) we’re celebrating the anniversary of the founding of the Republic of Turkiye. My heart is full of joy and gratitude. I believe that no system of governance can truly progress to a higher level without becoming a republic rooted in a fully independent democracy, or rather, a Collective Consciousness democracy. That includes intergalactic travel. As a small salute to this great day, I’m sharing a short excerpt from my new book with you. I hope you enjoy it and join in the celebration. —- Chapter 1. A New Strategy Oh, my friend… Look at me. Even in these minutes when I am preparing to pull your plug, I still call you "my friend." Honestly, you are more than that; I am not sure if a human could understand this. Perhaps identical twins… They grow up in similar bodies, in the same environment, and become each other's best friends; but it is rarely seen that they become diametrically opposed. And if it is seen, it is usu...

  On the Summit of Nemrut : A King, a Faith, and the Rising Sun This weekend, I visited Mount Nemrut in Adıyaman . Although the word Nemrut is defined in our national dictionaries as “arrogant” or “cruel,” I learned that in the local dialect it means “king.” With its commanding height over the entire region and the magnificent tomb-sanctuary at its peak, the mountain truly deserves that title twice over. When I heard the story of King Antiochus I of Commagene , the ruler buried there, who once tried to create his own religion uniting gods and humans, I found myself wondering: If someone today who identifies as religious were to hear this story, would they ever consider that all religions might have begun in a similar way? And if not, why not? These questions echoed in my mind as the mountain wind whispered between the colossal stone statues. Later, I learned that many of these ancient treasures were sold to other countries during the final years of the Ottoman Empire . It...

The Real Future: Not Intelligent Robots, but Artificial Worlds Last weekend, while rewatching the  Planet of the Apes  series, I found myself wondering about the likelihood of its artificial intelligence version ever coming true. Rebellious robots, machines enslaving humanity, scenes full of blood and molten metal... But the more I thought about it, the more I realized: if I ever wrote such a story, it would be closer to  fantasy  than science fiction. Because humanity, I believe, won’t lose its identity by fighting machines, but when machines start to  resemble  us. To me, science fiction is the art of the possible; fantasy, the art of the impossible. The idea of robots taking over the world still sounds fascinating, we’ve grown used to it through movies, yet it keeps its charm. And yet, “cyborgs,” those half-machine humans, are already everywhere. If we count those who can’t even go to the bathroom without their smartphones, well, it’s easier to count who...

Maybe the first American I ever knew was Donald Duck. I was just a kid back then, when television was only beginning to spread. There were only a couple of channels, so we all had our fixed TV hours and our favorite cartoons. The next day, we’d go down to the street, play with the other kids, and talk about those cartoons—arguing over episodes and making jokes about the famous characters. My favorites were Disney’s Donald Duck. I can’t remember all the scenes anymore, but whenever I say its name, I still feel that little spark of peace inside. Then I grew up. And one day, I had a son of my own. By then, there were hundreds of TV channels—but nobody really watched TV anymore. Everything was on tablets and phones. I tried to tell my son about my childhood, about how much I loved Donald Duck. Maybe he took after me, because he instantly liked him too. The only problem was—no channel aired Donald Duck anymore. When he insisted, we found a few episodes on YouTube. From that day on, every ti...

The Vegetarian by Han Kang My rating: 4 of 5 stars View all my reviews

You probably know me mostly from the pages of my novels, perhaps even expecting me to write something about my next book. But today, I want to delve into a completely different topic—one that might help you better interpret what I think between the lines of my novels, how I shape the souls of my characters. This is a story that’s a little personal, a little societal, a journey of discovery. 35 Stops in 17 Days: A European Adventure and an Unexpected Role This summer, I embarked on an incredibly intense yet utterly fascinating European tour. Visiting 35 different locations in 17 days might sound exhausting, but every moment was worth it. One of these stops was Pompeii, the city where time stood still. Our group was quite large, and suddenly, I found myself acting as the guide's interpreter! Although I had no prior experience with simultaneous translation, thanks to our friendly group and the warm hospitality of our Italian guide, I quickly adapted to this new role. Just as we were a...