Örsan Karakuş
Someone Named John Berger Retires From This World
I am struggling to form a couple of sentences that have some purpose for days on end. When the subject in question is John Berger, one feels like one is lost inside some enormous jungle. Actually, what bothers me is not getting lost in this jungle; but rather facing the fact that when someone like him is gone, everyone feels the need to write like they have the obligation to say something as if in some unvoiced agreement.