Turkey's Syria Policy In Truckers' Parlance

Truckers in Turkey discovered the effectiveness of short messages long before Twitter. Twitter posts are restricted to 140 characters, but truckers' messages do not generally exceed 50 characters. Short sentences or phrases painted on the backs of trucks reflect the life and personality of their drivers. They also attest to the general mood in Turkey. Love, longing, respect for the father, family, friendship, virtue, betrayal, sorrow… I have made a compilation of the truckers' messages that give the gist of Turkey's Syria policy:
One loves the harder one each time. I loved you in the dry cold of Ankara, not in the Bosporus. Go on turning around as you wish, Earth; I care neither about you, nor about turnabouts like you. The lamb belongs to the wolf, the road to Ford, and you to me. Let you be my hopes and let me be your dreams. If life is a film, I am its director and I cast anyone and give way to anyone. It is better to be late than end up in a miserable state.
Down with your airs. The eyes that don't cry cannot love others. An animal is crazy when it is hungry, but a man is crazy when he is fat and happy. Either appear as you are, or back off. You cannot count on the route of one whose life is a big lie. Trust is like the spirit; it doesn't return to the body it leaves. We aren't like the kids who pose before Nikon, but the MOBESE (city surveillance) cameras know us well. My life is like a novel to those who know how to read it.
You neither understood me fully nor could finish it off. If I am erroneous, do not call any number, just let it go. We don't have any reverse gear, and we will turn back, if needed. Go on with comas until the Angel of Death puts an end to it. Jealousy killed the cat. They say life is short, but years are upon us. They say there are better days ahead, but how much longer must we go to see them? Do not follow me, honey; I am misguided. If you love fake people, you end up with original sorrows. It is me who has dreams, but others who materialize them. What was the scenario? What is our part in it? Where was I wrong? Whatever happened to those aunties who'd squeeze our cheeks saying, “I'm going to marry you to my daughter?” Where are you now?
Do not mess with things if you cannot pay the price, or you'll have to wash the dishes on the other side. I plead not guilty, your honor; I wouldn't burn this city if she didn't say, “I am cold.” You were like the kid of the guests; you came, made a mess and went away. If I make an error, please meet me in private. I am not tired of years, but issues. My dreams have become my longing. Write my name in the palm of your hand; you'll be left empty-handed whenever you remember me. You are not even in my dreams. You are such a wizard, honey, that you've even made me disappear. Your departure was like the siren of an ambulance; I had no chance but to give way to you.
You were saying, “Forget it,” and now I forgot it. The impossible love has ended, but bitter life goes on. Fate is not sold, so I can't buy a better one. You are squeezing my spirit out, so I don't care about you, even if you are the capital city. Ankara, you don't have any sea, but you have lots of tricks up your sleeve. Don't threaten me with your dry cold, Ankara; if I burn my dreams, you'll experience August. I don't care with whom you live your life, as you will die with dreams that belong to me. I sent a message to the Angel of Death and told him, “Come and take me,” but he replied, “Go on living, in spite of false friends.”
A smart donkey won't compete with a horse. As long as there are traitors, the homeland won't be safe. If you are flawed inside, don't expect me to repair you like an architect. You cannot count on “maybes.” You just try to keep silent. Even coffee is sold three-in-one, but I am still alone. Goodbyes are never on time. The lone ranger.

HASAN KANBOLAT (Cihan/Today's Zaman)