a fiction about courtyard of taskisla

Four walls. Four pink walls, fresh air, trees and day light. These are the things which is felt and seen firstly when you go to courtyard of Taşkışla. There are people, all performing different behaviors. Laughings and talkings resound; however, the echoes are getting lost in sound of water. The courtyard gets crowded continuously. I think here is center of attraction of building. The building should be grown from here. The walls have a glamorous color. All of them are the same of each other. All of them are symmetrical. There are trees with a chaotic order in this symmetry.However, as if they are in alignment. I am at the north side of the courtyard, walking. As if branches of trees are relocating with my steps. Look! The fourth wall does not exist. I am running to there in order to escape here. People are fleing in confusion. I am bumping. They flummox my eyes. Trees have curtained the wall for a while. I think there is no exit. My head is bleeding. Water. I am walking. I should wash my face. I am crouching to pool. I see luminous sky above me. The only thing which i can see from beyond the walls is reflecting to the water. My view is the same when i look up and when i look down just like when i look ahead and when i look behind. The chaotic trees in this symmetry confuses my mind. People are getting in. I see from windows. There are walking people at each floor. I am tracking them with my eyes. I feel dizzy. Here, there, over there. He has just been there shortly before. So who is behind me when i saw beyond of glass? They are guffawing me. They are watching me from all windows; moreover, they are laughing me. There are staring people at upper floors. I am getting angry. I am throwing stone which i find from ground. Glass is broking. Just opposite the glass is broking too. Have i thrown only one stone? I feel sick. Sounds of bird. The sky is darkening. No longer i can not see it because of birds. The sounds  are jaring my ear. As if Seagulls and crows are in a kind of play. Instead of going away they are remaining. New birds are coming when they hear sounds of others. I wonder have they supposed here as a coast?  There is not sea here, there is only a handful water. Number of them is increasing gradually. A crow with a bread in its beak. Just behind of it there are a seagull and a crow and they are chasing it. I am watching them. They are turning, turning. Arches of windows are rising and descending consecutively. As a wave. I am in a boat? They are disappearing in branches and they are appearing again. I am feeling dizzy more and more. Wham! It leaves the bread to the floor. Numbers of them is increasing. I can not see the sky anymore. I am running to the pool. I am squating down and again birds. I am suffocating. I am screaming. A voice on my opposite is also screaming. Someone should be imitating me. I am fainting…