I did not have the honor of meeting Mr. Önder, who died after 18 days in intensive care. I’ve never heard of anything like this before, and now I’ve lost the chance to hear it from you. You were my only nightmare, my weakness, the pain in my nose, the lump in my throat, my stomach ache. On the last day we saw you standing, you gave us a bag of oranges and a box of eggs. Don’t let your eyes linger behind, don’t let your mind stay with us.