The last brick in the ‘wall’ as a farewell
For us, it's more than the closing of a door. It's like the cutting down of a tree under whose shade we used to cool off, take shelter, commiserate, share. I don't know how many times this has happened. Every time it leaves a sting. Fortunately, we left behind a beautiful Duvar (“Wall” in English).
Duvar workers laid the last brick.
In nine years, a Duvar (“Wall” in English) that we can be proud of has been built together with its reporters, editors, writers, representative offices and the stakeholders who create this environment. There is great labor and dedication here.
At a time when independent journalism is being suffocated, when even the opposition media cannot be free and original, and when the spoken word has been put under the several constraints, Duvar has been good for us. It has been a breath of fresh air for those who want to exist with their own concerns and criteria. I was proud to be a part of a medium where the concerns of professional journalism were always at the forefront.
Unfortunately, we have reached the end of the road. Due to insurmountable financial difficulties, it was decided to close Duvar. For us, this is more than the closing of a door. It's like the cutting down of a tree under whose shade we used to cool off, take shelter, commiserate and share. I don't know how many times this has happened. Every time it leaves a sting. Fortunately, we left behind a beautiful Duvar.
I would like to thank our Editor-in-Chief, dear Barış Avşar, my editors, all my colleagues, dear Vedat Zencir and all our friends who shouldered this project, in short, everyone who made Duvar.
Duvar was a place that left me with the feeling that “(the daily) Radikal has not closed yet.” When the daily Radikal was closing down, we said, “We have reached the end of the paper allotted to us.” We said we would write on the wall, on stone, on soil. And we wrote on Duvar (“wall”). And we wrote quite a bit!
Yes, the closure broke our wings. But we haven't run out of ink. There is also chalk in the stash. Let's say once again “Writing is resistance” without losing hope.
Goodbye.