These lines are not written from a desk. That desk is already at Taksim, in an apartment in the eye of the storm. The gas that makes my eyes run, the smell of gas that burns my throat, the whine of the helicopters, slogans, banging of pots and pans, explosions, protesting car horns, police sirens, the lot of it immediately reach the desk where these lines are written. Every time I get up from my desk it is as if touring the eye of the storm.
Let’s start then. The rebellion that started at Istanbul’s Taksim Square on May 31, and from there spread to an important segment of the country, must be described as a "social explosion."