Are you aware that in our journey of life where only we and our personality alone is taking, we are exposing inconsiderate, insensitive and insusceptible behaviors in this universe which we turned into an infernal place by the inexhaustible ego wars? Never say ‘forget it’ and do not forget, nor ignore my writings.

Actually, we are all agonizing our brains with the questions and answers with regards to where mankind is going. In fact, we are sinking into the depths of thousands of kilometers of earth and the magma intentionally.

A gnome is running through the curves of my brain which I cannot remember to whom it belongs to: "In the universe mankind either valuable or worthless; they are born, they live, and die."

On September 1968, my father who was a policeman was assigned to Gaziantep. Gaziantep was his first place of duty. They came across with a commanding sentence written on the wall of the two-roomed slum which they rented:

“The next tenant of this house will have a son on 6.9.1969... You will name him ‘Yücel’!"

I really was born on 6.9.1969. The name written on that wall was given me as my name. All my life was spent abroad like Evliya Çelebi. I still am away from home. I completed my primary, secondary and high school education in Ankara. Currently, I am continuing my life as a TRUCK driver in the Austrian province of TIROL.

Since I was forced to study and work at earlier ages, all the obstacles and pain that life has brought my way deepened my inner world and enriched my feelings. Everything I've lived, witnessed and observed was due to extraordinary coincidences. I was constantly taking notes. I always carried pencil and paper with me. In order to slake my dehydrated and hungry ignorance, I have read a lot and decided to write a novel. I distilled my deadly sins and my good deeds which I have fed in my soul on paper with intense feelings through my pencil. In a way I have reckoned with myself and was purified.

I am not a famous author. Their books are being purchased and read with respect to their names and reputation. I am just an ordinary TRUCK driver. You know, there is a perception and prejudice against drivers in our mind and I am the TRUCK driver who intends to brake those huge walls constructed with those prejudices. The first and only novelist TRUCK driver in the world.

I could not convince even my closest, until I wrote and completed this novel. I was despised by being fooled around, humiliated and became a standing joke. I became the subject matter of a constant sarcasm. I minded all the approaches and became more furious. I have exerted a lot of effort in order to get sharpened and to bring out a good piece of art. I and my editor have performed an intense elaboration and effort by taking into consideration any kind of satisfaction, dissatisfaction and criticism that could arise related to the novel.

Dear distinguished readers!

THIS NOVEL IS TAKEN AS A SOCIAL PROJECT.

A part of the income gained from the sales of this book will be donated to our OTIST, DOWM SYNDROMED and WHEELCHAIR-BOUNDED friends with unheard voices whom we have forgotten and who have difficulty in expressing themselves. This book will in fact be a piggy bank where we saved money in our childhood.

When you read this book, you will go back to your worn-out childhood dreams. What do you say to create a huge circle of “duck duck goose” game with me, to prove that we have not forgotten them by being hand to hand with our beautiful brothers and sisters in which we brought to the center, to give a good sharing as a gift...Instead of leaving a handkerchief behind them, are you in to support them?...

I hereby kiss the hands of my teachers Prof. Dr. Emin Özdemir and Prof. Dr. Feyza Hepçilingirler with an endless gratitude, respect, and love and longing, whom enlightened my dark world and I have learned a lot about written and spoken expression principles from their precious books.

I also would like to extend my sincere love, respect and gratitude to my editor Mesut Seven, who is far more than a father to me and has put up with all my troubles who has transferred a one thousand pages of a hand-written novel on paper into electronic environment with ceaseless effort.

Moreover, I also would like to extend my love ahead to all the reader brothers and sisters, grandfathers and minors for their support, who have set their hearts and reveal their humanity. I yield and bow respectfully before them.

Best regards...
Yücel DOĞAN