We had a neighbor, his name was Şehsuvar. He was a hulking guy too. He must have been having a bad day one day, “don’t play ball here, man. Come on, scatter. Scatteeeerr, I’ll fuck you up!” he yelled like this while we were playing ball. I think I’m about 10 years old then. I got annoyed. I was also a bit spoiled.

“Şehsuvar. You have a huge ass too!” I made a joke in my own way, threw shade, threw words, made the other little bastards laugh, and I laughed like a little bastard myself.

Şehsuvar is a 27-28 year old young man. A tough guy in his own way. It offended him that this 10-year-old kid would say something stupid like this, make fun of him with the other brats, and laugh like a little bastard. He didn’t say anything. There was a distance of about 25-30 meters between us. He walked towards me very fast. He landed a slap right on my ear, going “shlaaap!”

I was fucking stunned! I dropped myself to the ground. Under the sun, with a mixture of snot and tears running down, I started crying my eyes out and crying, “why are you hitting me, I’m just a tiny kid.” This time I was the one who was humiliated. I couldn’t swallow my pride.

I ran and called my dad from my uncle’s place. My dad and my uncle united and marched on Şehsuvar. Şehsuvar’s dad and brother heard about the incident and came at our guys. A fight with kicks and slaps broke out in the middle of the neighborhood. I felt like shit. It was as if a world war had started, and the cause was shitty-assed me.

Anyway, I don’t know how it happened, sensible other neighbors and such calmed things down. A few days later, everyone slowly started to soften up and greet each other again and stuff.

Now my word is to you, oh person who chases away kids playing ball in the street, why are you chasing away tiny kids, man?! 🙁 Joking, joking, of course you will chase them. Can a head endure this, fuck? But don’t interact with these handful of little bastards. Go to more authorized authorities. I don’t know, go to the dad, to the neighborhood headman. Write to the mayor, to the prime minister. If that doesn’t work, pass it on to your older brothers in the Çarşı group so they can intervene, but don’t interact with butt-headed kids like me. Because then we think it’s something special, we swear, and a fucking fight breaks out!

— It’s a tradition – this is a memory of mine like this.