On The Hill

The Dispossessed

I was a child when I realized that I did not have an identity. This search of mine, amongst that of gender, space, belief roles in time turned into an escape. I did't want to belong to a specific identity anyway. It would be enough just to have a room of my own. However this changed when I went to my motherland Kuşmer Highlands of Trabzon where the residents of Çaykara went to breathe in the summer. Undoubtedly this was where I wanted to throw down my roots. I would later learn that there was a reason we did not have a home there - the reason that we went as guests every summer since I was a child was that while men could own property in this highland village, women did not have this right. My story started from this point. As a person against ownership, the fact that the right to own or not own property was taken from being a choice, and turned into an obligation forced me to focus on this subject.