Are we still untouchable?

How did I get out of the house, how did I get to the school and how did I get back ... N I can not remember right now. But something, a breaking point, an image in my head ... I walked in the tram and walked to the arrows. They ask about our identity on the door, they still say "no!" Let's assume I will not be able to carry my ID if I go with fluency instead of student ID. Then I'm approaching the door, there is a tail, I can not see the caretaker. When I look around, I realize that most of you are coming to me. When you break up with Suia, my head turns into a sharing ... One more thing, be careful, but you see: bullet-proof vest. Then slow down, the next few more steps. Then I do not hesitate to open my bag without hesitation, I show my student ID, I believe it will pass. Then I turn to the stairs. The rest is dark. I know I went to class but I do not remember. And I remember coming home. He was gray in Istanbul. The weather is covered and covered with clouds. The escalators were very slow, creaking, too slow in people. Step into the turtle with your crowd. I felt a fist of my heart. Yeah, I always thought it was a strange analogy. That's how it happened. There's a cargo, a pressure. My heart is slowing as I push the punch. It almost does not seem to have thrown it ... I open it with applause. But this pressure never ends.

İmage

I feel my feelings as "untouchable", and I feel ... Even if we try to underestimate ourselves, if this reality does not escape, they are being crushed by unpleasant security officers ...