HIZLI Gazeteci

 Bum's Manifest
 Praise to Lonesome
 Sportive Cartoons
 Memet and Memo
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All about the serial

Necdet Sen the author of HIZLI Gazeteci

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Incredible! Perhaps for the first time in my life, I processed and finished a work that I have started. I completed and collected almost all the stories of HIZLI Gazeteci serial in 32 books.

What's the answer of the question "why does a man write and draw?" Perhaps fishing for the compliments and picking symphaties as I can. I'd be satisfied in this case I guess. I don't write and draw new graphic stories anymore, but now I'm reverencing with my best wishes for you, my readers, cause you don't hesitate to show interest for my stories

I know, you are not crowd so much, there are many writers, cartoonists, books, neurotics which eager to attract you; but still -at least- you made me honoured that those books sold enough for publishing period goes on. I have tasted my biggest dream, my passion, to see my books on book stands. Read Some


 Nereye? - Travel to Southern Asia by Necdet Sen

Where are you going?

I don't quite know how long this sweet dream took. I watched them enchanted until a naughty boy who is about to reach his puberty came along and spoiled the girls' dance, and made everyone upset. Afterwards the children spread to their home. The young woman went to sleep in her husband's arms. I went out and bought a strong drink. I lied on the hammock and tried to be consoled myself by boozing. And then I murmured a folk song from Mahzuni the traditional poet:

"I don't know why this transient world becomes small to me whereas it becomes boundless to everyone".

What was the reason for that I was feeling ritual impurity, which never leaves on my side between two sips. The full moon and the castle Jaisalmer were the only witness of my loneliness. Where To?

 

Afterwards the children spread to their home. The young woman went to sleep in her husband's arms. I went out and bought a strong drink. I lied on the hammock and tried to be consoled myself by boozing. And then I murmured a folk song from Mahzuni the traditional poet:"I don't know why this transient world becomes small to me whereas it becomes boundless to everyone"...

 

 

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