Innocent Drawings

On winter nights the wild waves of the Mediterranean could be heard in my childhood home a few kilometres from the sea. We were a little afraid that the waves would swell and engulf the whole plain. As spring approached the sea would calm down and we were no longer able to hear it. Now I’ve stopped, I’ve calmed down, come to my shores, draw on my sand, make some pictures or sand sculptures, it seemed to say. 

In spring, our teachers would take us to Myra, one of the most important ancient cities of Lycia, Çayağzı and Sülüklü. We would draw with sticks thrown up by the sea, write our names, and make pictures on the beach at Çayağzı. We drew caught up in the dream that the waves would not soon come and wipe out our drawings and we could come back years later and still find them.  

So many people have come to these shores. Who knows how many children have shared the same dream. Naturally they have all wanted to make their mark in the sand, leaving something of themselves and making a deep impression. Wasn’t it on these shores that Father Christmas, who embraced the children of the world, lived? He opened his heart to humanity from these shores. 

And the waves that hit the shore with a rhythm of their own also draw patterns along the shore. The traces left by waves that are sometimes furious, sometimes tranquil stretch along the shore and disappear into the sea. 

And children continue to draw in the sand in Çayağzı and Sülüklü. The language of their drawings hasn’t changed that much, except that they add their e-mail addresses to their names. Innocent lines that come from the heart and accompany the sound of the waves.

 

Screenplay : Imren Tuzun

Translation : Valerie Anne Needham