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“Circus is an absolute disgrace of the humanity! Real clowns are those who support and maintain the circuses! Honourable men want a simple thing: Along with freedom for men, freedom for Animals too!”

Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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“Copiii vorbesc despre circ ca despre grădina zoologică. Ochii încep să le strălucească şi chicotesc. Ei cred că toţi circarii sînt rude, se iubesc, dorm în acelaşi vagon şi mănîncă din aceeaşi farfurie. Și pe urmă trăieşti în mijlocul naturii şi ce frumos! Nu-şi pot închipui că repeţi tot timpul şi trebuie să ai grijă ca alţii să nu-ţi copieze numărul şi că s-ar putea să cazi seara de pe cupolă şi a doua zi să fii mort. Îşi închipuie că totul e o glumă. DACĂ MAMA CADE, NU MOARE ÎN GLUMĂ. Doar actorii mor în glumă.”

“The man standing in the booth placing the tickets into her hands for the fun-house loomed largely in front of her with arms comprised of iron muscle. She remembered the gray cataract that covered over one of his eyes and the terrified feeling it gave her. She had been too young to understand the malady. To her; his eye looked as though it belonged to a creature from the sea. A frightening creature composed of reptilian and fish like attributes, which would pull unsuspecting prey underneath the darkest oceans. The smile on his face, with the crooked teeth, the cigar, contrasting with the bald head and unshaven face increased her sense of panic.”

“A ten-year-old Amanda wandering around the sights and sounds of a carnival. Trying to take it all in as such an event was much larger than the backroads of isolated territory from whence she grew up. She could not imagine this many people assembled in one place. It was made more disturbing by the fact none of them seemed familiar. Short for her age, she wandered unnoticed among the crowds and began to feel the first stirrings of fear. The loud talk, the screaming children, the long lines of procession, along with the myriads of odors created a miasma that she wanted to flee. The laughter and the faux expressions of joy on the faces of people, took on the maroon tones of a nightmare. She could imagine underneath the laughter, were horrid screams about to erupt.”