Letters from Çankırı Prison, 4

Nazım Hikmet 1940 The heat is like nothing you’ve ever known,  and I who grew up by the sea- the sea is so far away … Between two and five I lie under the mosquito net, soaking wet, motionless, eyes open, and listen to the flies buzz. I know in the yard now they’re splashing water on the walls, steam rising from the hot red stones. And outside, skirting the [...]