COLUMBUS'UN KADINLARI (Short Story)

Everest 2000

If even a so-called geographic piece is not yours the multiplex dimension of your nightmares load completely different meanings-inanities on your existence without an identity. Same words, same dreams, the defeats seemingly new every time in fact same of the previous one; are maybe the key words continuously repeated which could be the only resistance answer to the absolute defeat. What about us, what can you say to our existence without an identity?