Dear Friends of the Resistance,

The odyssey of hunger now continues in the prison. Our hunger is on the 81st day. Right now, I am somewhere that is called the “yard” of the cell. As you can imagine, I see the sky through the walls and the barbed wire. But who cares! I feel the life deep in my bones . As if I am giving a hug to the sky. As if I have all the flowers of the earth with me. As if we are on a conversation with friends in Yuksel Street. My soul is full of resistance!

While the resistance continues outside, a group of dissidents was trying to prevent us from hugging our friends, saying that hugging and kissing is risky for our health. We, however, have never stopped touching people.

For me, hugging was one of the most powerful ways of expressing the vigorous feelings that the resistance created. I used to think hugging as a very beautiful way of saying “I am glad you came,” and “we love you” peculiar for the peoples of Anatolia.

Now, they took it away by imprisoning us here. In an isolation prison, we are kept under conditions in which not only hugging friends but also any kind of physical contact is banned.

With this physical withdrawal, they do not just want to terrorize us and to reduce the people’s support. By taking us away from the midst of a great family of resistance and from an environment where we are surrounded with attention and love and by putting us in cells that are alien to people, they test both our power and the spiritual power of the resistance.

I am deeply convinced that we will overcome all the difficulties in the future as we did so far. In the isolation cells where even organization of the daily life means ‘to resist’; we will continue our resistance by tightly grasping the life, you and our hunger. If we cannot hug you physically, we will by our words. We will speak with our letters. We will read, we will produce, we will write. We will know that you will definitely get us out of here. Once again, we will continue our resistance all together, outside.

I want to talk about the prison a little. The Sincan Women’s Closed Prison is a part of the F-Type (High Security) prisons that were introduced after the massacre of 2000 although it is not called as an F-Type Prison. It is one of the cell-type prisons that is based on the principle of isolating prisoners. Here, ordinary and political prisoners stay in separate sections.

I am staying together with two revolutionary women in one of the C cells, which are located at the end of the political section and made for prisoners who have taken aggravated life sentences.

Since those C cells are made for aggravated life prisoners, their architecture is different from other cells. Since the prison is full, they use these cells for ‘normal’ status prisoners. But they change the conditions of these cells.

Differently from the ones who have received a life sentence, we are held here under conditions where we can spend time together 24 hours a day.

My cellmates are closely interested with my needs and my health. My only chance here is to be able to stay with my dear Gülbeyaz Abla and Seval. I am very happy to be with them.

It is hard to tell in a single letter what the isolation means. I will tell you as I write. Roughly speaking, isolation means imprisoning a person in a single place continously with a fewer number of people who cannot meet her needs to socialize and under conditions where it is impossible to socialize with the others in the prison. Isolation means being without any other human beings in the middle of concrete, walls and iron bars.

The prison is very cold. The C-1 cell in which we are kept in has no sun. The heaters are not on. Hunger causes me to feel colder than normal. But here it’s too cold even for a person who is having a normal diet. Because of the cold, I spend most of the day in the bed, between the hot water bags.

I could not take a book in the cell yet. They said the books I wanted were at the other prisoners. There is also a limitation on the number of the books. We can have at most 5 books per person in the cell. I read the books of my cellmates. The books I read are: Acımak by Reşat Nuri Güntekin; Reflections in a Golden Eye by Carson McCullers, 72nd Ward by Orhan Kemal.

We do not have a TV. We follow the news on radio and from the newspapers. We are reading Cumhuriyet and Özgürlükçü Demokrasi newspapers. I excitedly wait for the newspaper in the mornings. My mind, my heart are in Yüksel, in our monument.

They took away the B1 vitamins that I brought together with me. After I arrived at the cell, they gave it back. But when the ones I had were finished, they said they would give B-complex instead of B1. I told B1 was what I wanted.

My health is generally good. My pulse is usually lower than normal. I feel a slight pain at where my kidneys are. My body aches and walking difficulties are in their normal course.

We cannot send letters every day from here. The letter-day is on Monday and Wednesday. Other days of the week are the days of receiving the letters. I will continue to write my diary and will post it on letter days.

Two poets, Abdullah Nefes and Selah Özakın, announced on Monday that they would start a hunger strike. I bow with respect in front of their humanly feelings which obliged them to lay their bodies to hunger in the face of injustice. One of the first things I will do when I go out is to hug them.

I often see my lawyers. The other day, the CHP deputies Özgür Özel, Veli Ağbaba and Necati Yilmaz came. The meeting we had was published in the Cumhuriyet newspaper. Some things I did not say were reported in the news reports, and I will ask for a correction.

The doctor just came. She said she will transfer me to the cardiology clinique because of the irregularities in my heart rate, and my low blood pressure and heart rate. I told her to not bother with transfers and that I will not go to the cardiologist. I’m not sick. I want my job back. I do not have anything to do with the cardiologist. I have something to do with justice.

I saw the papers. It is now forbidden to print our photos on t-shirts. This is how ideological weakness manifests itself. The photos of two people are banned. For us, it is the power and grandeur of being the rightful ones. . . We will continue to follow the despair of the Governorate of Ankara.

Today is the 202nd day of our resistance. 82nd day of hunger. 6th day as a prisoner. We are very curious to hear from you. With my sincere love.