I remember,
Every summer we would move to the summer pastures.
Until the lessons began, we would live a nomadic life.
Once, when we moved back to the village,
My yellow rooster remained in the summer pasture.
I went there many times and searched for it.
I could not find my yellow rooster.
A fox had probably eaten it.
And I cried a lot.
Once, my white young goat was stolen.
I searched everywhere, but could not find it.
And I cried a lot.
Once, my dog, which guarded the cows, disappeared.
I searched a lot in the forests and mountains.
It turned out that wolves had killed it.
I cried a lot.
Then the war began.
We became refugees.
A real nomadic life began.
We changed seven places within one year.
We lived in tents, just as we had lived in the summer pastures.
My father and mother were crying.
They had lost everything.
But they were not searching for what they had lost.
It was impossible to find it.
After all, it is impossible to find a lost life.
Since I had begun to understand life a little,
I started searching for justice.
But I could not find it.
Two-legged foxes and wolves had eaten justice.
But the lessons of the school of life turned out to be very difficult.
To get an “excellent” grade in this school,
A person must be like a chameleon, like a fox, like a jackal.
Then I started searching for myself.
I could not even find myself in the mirror.
You did not help me find my rooster.
You did not help me find my young goat.
You did not help me find my dog.
You did not help me find that village, that summer pasture.
I have one request, my God.
Help me find myself.
I cannot fit in anywhere.
How long will this nomadic life continue?
I do not ask you to find justice.
I do not ask you to find happiness.
Find me, find me, my God.
Help me so that I can find myself.
Every day, I am marked absent at the school of life.
A fine will be imposed for the absences.
Please, my God, help me.
