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The title of our article is taken from a poem written by Sezai Karakoç in February 1959. However, in this piece we will address a different subject than a poetic analysis: wearing a dress stained with blood and never wanting to change it… The poem begins with these lines: “You added something of yourself You made death beautiful”【1】 Today I learned of the death of Sultan Özcan, known on social media as “the red-clad woman.” Who was this red-clad woman and why were they calling her that? I first

Dikmen Valley is a district located along Ankara’s main arterial roads, transformed under an urban regeneration project from a former informal settlement into a modern recreational and living space.【1】 Geographical Location and Access Dikmen Valley is situated very close to the center of Ankara within the boundaries of the Çankaya district. The official address of the valley is recorded as Şair Baki Caddesi, Yukarı Ayrancı Mahallesi. Accessible by public transportation, the valley is open to vis

Johatsu is a sociological term derived from the Japanese word meaning "evaporation" or "evaporated people" that describes the act of individuals voluntarily abandoning their current lives, families, jobs, and identities without leaving any trace. Historical Development This phenomenon first entered social literature in the 1960s when individuals seeking to escape unhappy marriages abandoned their spouses due to the difficulty of divorce proceedings.【1】 In later decades, during the early 1990s, t

The familiar face you encounter when you step into the elevator... isn't that really someone whose name you don't even know? You share the same floor and the same stairs for years, yet the only conversation between you is limited to "good morning." Perhaps this is the strangest paradox of modern urban life: we know the person living on the other side of our wall less than we know someone thousands of kilometers away. In the past, neighborhood culture was different. A "door neighbor" was truly a

The evening crowd slowly filled the café. The tables were nearly full. In one corner, groups of friends talked loudly; at another table, people laughed as they showed each other their phone screens. Waiters moved between the tables with trays in hand, disappearing and reappearing. Everything was as it should be. Just another ordinary evening in the city. But there was one person sitting by the window; their coffee had long gone cold, and their eyes occasionally drifted to the street outside. The