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CHAPTER 8 – YABAN, KADRO, ANKARA 
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yanlız o, bu taşlar, bu topraklarlarla konuşmasını biliyor; bu taşların 
sırrı, yalnız ona açılıyor. Korkuyorum, bu manzaranın dili gibi köyünün 
ruhu da bana hiç açılmıyacak diye...Bu enişemde yeryüzünün gizli 
noktalarını bulmağa giden kaşifi andırıyorum. 
Have you ever had to look carefully at the face of an Anatolian 
villager? I mean an Anatolian villager; whether a woman, man or 
child, you find an expression in all of them which, despite its purity 
and its simplicity, even its plainness and primitiveness, frightens you 
with its dignity, maturity and deep pained lines. 
On the way here at the top of the hill I chanced on a child who was a 
woodcutter. He may have been ten years old. Yet, when I looked into 
his eyes I was humbled and had to bow my head. The child was 
carrying so great an experience of life and was scorched with so 
much true knowledge that before him I understood the insignificance 
of all the things I have known and learnt.
The young man was silent. In sadness he thought and added. My
 
own 
insignificance, my own dullness...Well, whatever. In this country each of 
us cannot escape being a parasite. The real master of this country is the 
child with the wood I saw on the top of the hill and only he knows how 
to converse with these stones and this earth. The secret of these stones 
and this land is only revealed to him. I fear that just as the secret of this 
land will not be revealed to me neither will the soul of the villager. In 
this fear I resemble the explorer who goes to find the hidden places of 
the earth.
 
The child woodcutter has his analogy in 
Yaban 
with Hasan, the child shepherd. 
Ahmet Celal could not understand Hasan any more than any of the other villagers. 
Neşet Sabit understands that the child carrying the wood is the real master of the 
country, knowing the secret of its stones and its land. He recognises that the child 
has so much true knowledge that his own pales into insignificance. Yet, even to 
Neşet Sabit the secret of this land and of the soul of the villager will not be revealed. 
This may explain why in the author’s view the present attempt at reform and 
westernisation will succeed no better than earlier ones and why he can satirise even 
utopia.

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