1:03:26
Mother, here, I've put my picture
among your favorite artists.
1:03:30
Maybe when you look at them,
you'll remember me.
1:03:37
Some mornings when I wake up...
1:03:40
...I smell a strong odor of camphor
everywhere...
1:03:43
...and feel as if they have added
camphor to our spiritual food...
1:03:46
...and everything has lost
its taste and color.
1:03:50
Then I remember
your jasmine flowers...
1:03:52
and the fragrance of your
jasmine perfume, and I run to you...
1:03:56
...your perfume drives away
the smell of camphor and...
1:03:59
...revives
all my childhood memories.
1:04:04
When we were children...
1:04:05
...you'd go to Istanbul Street
once a week to shop.
1:04:09
And you would take
one of us along.
1:04:12
When it was my turn...
1:04:14
...I was so happy
I could hardly contain myself.
1:04:19
Sometimes I would test my courage
and let go of your hand...
1:04:23
...and would walk behind you
a little...
1:04:26
...just to see how far away
I could still smell your perfume.
1:04:33
Mother, I should not say this...
1:04:36
...but even cancer would have been
better than this disease you've got.
1:04:43
This is death before dying...
1:04:49
...and it is not fair
to lose one's loved one twice...
1:04:53
...and suffer the consequences.