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Inside: Thick, humid air, no breeze, twilight, a projector glowing. Cold beer, iced raki. Through the windows: sunlight, exhaled smoke, early evening, the open town. The food is free, the drinks are cheap. Let\u2019s stay.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s start with numbers. Larissa and \u00d6yk\u00fc came from Istanbul. They brought a book<\/a> and they brought data. On the wall, a diagram. Thousands left Turkey in the last years. Most came to Germany. Most of those to Berlin. Most of them between the age of 25 and 29. \u201cAnd then we realized: That\u2019s us!\u201d Simple mathematics. Individual destinies. Let\u2019s hold on for a moment.<\/p>\n

A room full of people, many of them give faces to the numbers. T\u00fcrkyeli <\/i>in Germany. They arrived while Turkey went from failed protests to civil war to persecuting academics to staging a coup to persecuting everybody to economic crisis. Many reasons to leave. \u00d6yk\u00fc and Larissa stayed. But today, they come to visit and to discuss. Should I stay or should I go?<\/i> Cold beer, iced raki. Let\u2019s talk.<\/p>\n

Three artists living and working in Berlin share their stories. It seems they are in a limbo. Not really knowing what they want, feeling strongly what they don\u2019t want. If I go there will be trouble, if I stay there will be double\u2026 <\/i>One speaker asks, \u201cAre we a Diaspora? Are we forced to move?\u201d Nobody wants to answer. Let\u2019s take a break. The evening draws close, the smoke fills our lungs, we order another round.<\/p>\n

Maybe it\u2019s the heat, maybe it\u2019s the drinks, but the stories start blending into each other. The ghosts of Turkey\u2019s recent past are conjured. Gezi<\/a>, the purges<\/a>, the petition<\/a>. Names and tales everybody in the room has heard often, in many variations. But nobody gets bored, or angry. A community communicating with itself. This evening is not about information, it\u2019s about ritual. The intimacy, the confessional tone, like an AA meeting for the Turkey-addicted. \u201cMy name is X and my story is...\u201d Well. An AA meeting sponsored by Yeni Rak\u0131.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s take a break. Let\u2019s smoke, let\u2019s breathe, let\u2019s order drinks.<\/p>\n

Maybe it\u2019s the heat, maybe it\u2019s the drinks, but from the get-go, there is a mild exhaustion in the room, a kind of collective\u00a0 daze enwrapping us, blunting the thoughts and suspending critical reflection. Twice something like a controversy emerges: Is the migrant artist doomed to be successful? Is Germany racist beyond redemption? Twice, something like a generational conflict seems to show itself: Young people feel pressured, feel excluded. Some fewer young people say that things are not that bad. But twice, no real discussion begins. Mildly frustrating, wasted potential. Shouldn\u2019t we rather take a break?<\/p>\n

<\/a>Peter Handke<\/a> once wrote about this rarest kind of tiredness, a communion of the exhausted. W<\/a>orkers sleeping<\/a> in commuter trains, heads on shoulders, enveloped in shared fatigue, each in dreams alone, but all together. Turkey is wearing us down. Germany is wearing us down. So, it\u2019s good to be together sometimes, dozing off.<\/p>\n

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Photo Credits: Billie Sara Clarken (2019)<\/h6>\n

Text by: Nino<\/span> Klingler works in an office, writes about cinema and makes movies, but never alone.<\/p>\n

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