GİSELA
After twenty years with Gisela, that cold silence at the kitchen table on a Tuesday morning summed it all up. There were no signs of life in the house except the sound of a spoon hitting a porcelain cup. Gisela stood up in her chair in her usual orderly and disciplined manner, took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on the gray sky outside the window. "It's over now," he said without a tremor. "This house, this silence, these days that repeat each other... It's not enough for me anymore." Gisela had already packed her suitcase; In the corner in the hallway, it looked natural, as if it had been there for years. She didn't look at her husband's face because she was not afraid that if she did, her decision would be shaken, but that the big emptiness inside her would grow even more. His determination was as firm as an oak tree with deep roots. "Don't blame me," he continued. " I'm leaving not because I don't love you, but because I can't find myself in this life anymore. I will return to that old house in Bavaria, to the foothills where I spent my childhood. There is only 'Gisel
About GİSELA
After twenty years with Gisela, that cold silence at the kitchen table on a Tuesday morning summed it all up. There were no signs of life in the house except the sound of a spoon hitting a porcelain cup. Gisela stood up in her chair in her usual orderly and disciplined manner, took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on the gray sky outside the win...Read more