I am at the edge of a long white line that dazzles me despite my sunglasses. I have to decide, whether I will continue, and if the ground is still wet mud I will sink with the vehicle, or I will continue down the road. I take the risk and move timidly on the white line. Now, I get out of the vehicle and check how I am doing. The Tuz Lake shines in front of me in all its majesty. The area I enter is not exactly a lake, I am in a region within the basin where the ground is covered with a layer of salt but the mud at the bottom remains moist year-round. Anyway, if I enter the essential part of the lake, I have to say goodbye to the vehicle. I drive for a while drawing various geometric shapes in an empty area.After a while, I go even further and try to choose a place to camp. That's when I realize how difficult it is to decide on a place to camp in a place where there is nothing. I don't know where to stop because everywhere is the same. Finally, I end this senseless struggle and pitch my tent somewhere. I leave with my vehicle, tent, and camping chair in a deserted, empty area. I have such a significant thing to do - nothing. I sit and watch the emptiness. I stare at the misty image of the evaporation of the waters of the Tuz Lake up ahead. Until sunset, I look at nothing in nothingness and enjoy doing nothing. I talk to myself and have fun from time to time.<img src="https://images.aposto.com/2022/6/0/1658693196648.jpeg" style="display: block; vertical-align: top; margin: 5px auto; text-align: center; width: 100%; max-width: 550px; border-style: none; position: relative; cursor: pointer; padding: 0px 1px; box-sizing: border-box;" width="550" ratio="1.51" fr-original-style="display: block; vertical-align: top; margin: 5px auto; text-align: center; width: 100%; max-width: 550px;" fr-original-class="fr-draggable"><hr fr-original-style="" style="height: 0px; overflow: visible; border-bottom: none; clear: both; user-select: none; break-after: page; box-sizing: border-box;">As the sun approaches the horizon and gets closer to completing its shift, the colors disperse between shades of pink, yellow and red. I am in a sunset ceremony that crowns my solitude. Hakan Günday's lines come to my mind. "The only true freedom of man is his loneliness." He was so right. We are ourselves when we are alone. These isolated places are so attractive because they allow us to stay with ourselves, face the truth and be mentally free. What you would only have with you may be your great success, maybe your greatest fear, maybe your deepest hidden wounds, or your greatest happiness. The most significant thing was to learn how to face them.The burden of nothingness increased as the darkness of the night rise. The wind in the open field increased with the departure of the sun. With the wind constantly hitting the outer canvas of the tent, the fabric rubbed against the salt and made an eerie rustle as if someone was stepping on it. I was spending a very eerie night in Tuz Lake, where I had come to find peace. In the Apollo 11 mission, as Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin's lunar module moved to the lunar floor, Michael Collins alone in the command module takes a tour of the moon's dark side. He is said to be the loneliest man on Earth since Adam. I was in a position to empathize with Michael Collins, to put it in a slightly exaggerated way.<img src="https://images.aposto.com/2022/6/0/1658693239124.png" style="display: block; vertical-align: top; margin: 5px auto; text-align: center; width: 100%; max-width: 550px; border-style: none; position: relative; cursor: pointer; padding: 0px 1px; box-sizing: border-box;" width="550" ratio="1.50" fr-original-style="display: block; vertical-align: top; margin: 5px auto; text-align: center; width: 100%; max-width: 550px;" fr-original-class="fr-draggable"><hr fr-original-style="" style="height: 0px; overflow: visible; border-bottom: none; clear: both; user-select: none; break-after: page; box-sizing: border-box;">The eerie night was made pleasant by the rising of the Milky Way. Since most of the surrounding settlements were far away, their lights did not prevent me from seeing the stars. I could gaze at the firmament in all its splendor without any interruption. Now, I would play a guessing game about where the planes passing overhead were going without the use of technology and write scenarios for the passengers on board. The emptiness and nothingness made my mind work. I was enjoying the richness of isolation, and when I wanted to use my head torch to do something, I was confronted with insects that came out of the salt I didn't know how they lived. So I enjoyed the darkness as much as the wind allowed.I don't realize the luxury I have. There is an uninterrupted natural silence. This absolute silence, which many people travel the world to find, only dawns on me later. Like going from a city with bad air to the forest and breathing, my ears breathe here. The noises I am constantly exposed to in daily life are absent here. Long gone are the taxi horn in the street in the middle of the night, the siren of a police car, and the loud music of the next-door neighbor. To do justice to the silence and avoid the wind, after a while I go into my tent and let myself fall asleep.<img src="https://images.aposto.com/2022/6/0/1658693279879.jpeg" style="display: block; vertical-align: top; margin: 5px auto; text-align: center; width: 100%; max-width: 550px; border-style: none; position: relative; cursor: pointer; padding: 0px 1px; box-sizing: border-box;" width="550" ratio="0.75" fr-original-style="display: block; vertical-align: top; margin: 5px auto; text-align: center; width: 100%; max-width: 550px;" fr-original-class="fr-draggable"><hr fr-original-style="" style="height: 0px; overflow: visible; border-bottom: none; clear: both; user-select: none; break-after: page; box-sizing: border-box;">When I open my eyes in the morning, the sun has not yet started its shift. When I unzip the tent, the frost of dawn hits me in the face. The entire surface is frozen and even drier. The colors behind the distant mountains tell me that the sun is slowly preparing for its mission. I quickly brew my coffee on my camping stove and go outside. I take a walk with a view that never changes. I feel like I'm in a dead place. There is no sign of life in the salt I walk on, except for the occasional insect. Even I feel half alive due to the effect of sleep and cold. Soon the sun starts to show itself behind the hills. It takes its place in the sky with a poetic softness.With the arrival of its light, it begins to revitalize the environment. At that moment I am reminded of the sun's power to bring life back to life. Just by showing itself, it fills me with peace and the joy of living. It is not for nothing that societies throughout history have ascribed sanctity to that fiery ball. The rising of the sun is also a warning. A reminder that it will soon be very hot due to the main effect of the whiteness. As all good things come to an end, it's time to pack up. I leave my home in the middle of nowhere and say goodbye to Tuz Lake to set sail for new adventures.

Ruta

    

Tuz Lake Alone

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