The Weakest Link / En Zayif Halka

This morning, I realized that the smell of freshly brewed coffee is one of the strongest links I have with life. It doesn't have to be in my house, it doesn't have to be my coffee. The fact that someone bothered to make coffee convinces me of the connection they have with their existence. Hence it convinces me of my connection to mine. And to put it in the words of Kander and Ebb (well mostly Ebb) "the trouble with the world today, it seems to me, is coffee in a cardboard cup!"

Bu sabah ayirdina vardim ki, taze yapilmis kahve kokusu beni hayata yakin tutan en guclu baglardan biri. Benim evim, benim kahvem olmasina gerek yok. Birilerinin kahve yapma zahmetine katlanmis olmasi, o kisilerin kendi varliklarina olan baglarini kanitliyor bana. Dolayisi ile benim kendi varligima olan baglarimi. Ve Kander - Ebb ikilisinin (daha cok Ebb'in) dedigi gibi "dunyanin bugunlerdeki sorunu, bana oyle geliyor ki, kagit bardakta kahve!"