Canakkale

     The Canakkale trip was very interesting for me in the fact that it was the first time I had ever been to a spot where so many people had died. Thinking about the dead made me feel as though what I was living was not a reality.
     Whenever I think of big happenings in history, like the war in Canakkale, I can not help feeling like  I am really in a book and that none of it actually happened. To think that this many things happened before I was here, that the world is almost 4 billion years old, is both mind blowing and hard to believe.
       I always wonder what happens to the things we do, the wars we fight,  after they are over. What happens to the memories that go unrecorded, do they just fade into the air? Are they absorbed by the things around them? If we were to somehow take the air in Canakkale and compress it so that it becomes little droplets of water , would we be able to see the dead soldiers in them if we looked at it through a microscope? Logically if animals have a memory, then plants and particles must have some sort of memory to, maybe not like ours, but a memory non the less. What were the trees thinking when everyone was dying for a country, did they understand what was going on? These thoughts flew into my brain through one ear, and left with the wind through the other. They were passing thoughts, thoughts that were only brought out by the mystic winds of Canakkale.