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Erdil, as far as I know him...

He was a baby, when I first remember him. He could not speak, he used to cry and wet his diaper continuously. He was a small, disgusting and harmful creature.

But I had to love him. Because I did not have any other choice. We have arrived together to this world and we have to go back together. His teacher gave him paper and colouring pencils when he was attending the nursery school. I first saw his drawings then. His drawings were very amusing. He has not been drawing like any other stupid children. He has been scrabbling those strange but nice drawings on his paper that I could not understand anytime, instead of cars or insects.

He has started at a primary school later. He was such a naughty boy that he used to be elected as the class leader every year to make possible that he could be well behaved. He looked like a well behaved child. But, he used to write the names of the children on the board that he did not like and had them beaten up. His mother could not have him at home until the mid night. He was out in the street all the time but he has never neglected his studies. He was a successful student. He has continued to draw during his primary school years. He has received awards. The drawings other than the ones for the 23^rd April and for the liberation war used to please me a lot. Some of his mentally retarded teachers thought that those drawings were done by his father. He had got scolding for this many times.

He had a close friend. His cousin Varol. He had been playing with him continuously since his chidhood. Sometime later Varol had started drawing caricatures. Everybody in the family used to like Varol more since he could draw caricatures. Or, he used to think so. For this jealousy, he has started on the caricatures too. He was in his 12th year of his age. He had participated in competitions. He received many awards. Although he was good in this side, his studies were bad. However, his good hearted mother and father had not been angry with him. They supported him all the time. 

When he finished the high school, he gathered his caricatures under his arm and went to the Limon journal. He used work quite a lot and take many caricatures to the journal every week. But it was possible to have  his only one or two caricatures to get printed. He used to work quite a lot but he was happy. He always wanted to have a coloumn in the  Limon journal. He had succeded in this within a short time like six or seven months. He has been one of the youngest drawers of the journal and he used to like his work very much then. If you ask for it now, they were bad things in reality. Its humour was simple and its drawings were bad. He got better by time. I can say that he does not draw bad at the moment but it is still not enough.

He had started to work for television after some time later than he has joined the journal. They used to make an puppet programme which they called it the  Plastip Show. He left this job and he set up the Mr. Veb Creation Team with his close friends. They have prepared a lot of talk shows, serials and amusement programmes.

He used to go the school also. He used to take lessons on how to make sculptures in the Fine Arts School. During this time the name of the journal has changed from Limon to Leman. Eight years has elapsed since he joined the journal. He has added the Marlon character to his Komikaze coloumn.

He has set up Penguen journal with his friends towards the end of 2002. Now he is drawing there. He has created an web site, called Komikaze.net in 1999, he is also involved with this.

He goes to cinema continuously. He learns about many informations that are no use to him in his life. He reads encyclopedias for many hours. It pleases him to know that a bear loses half of its weight during its winter sleep. He paints pictures. I remember the times that I had met him for the first time in the nursery school while he is playing  with the big canvases. His drawings are still those childish pictures. The same colours, the same drawings. He is happy, he has been happy everytime. He is not without any problems. Everybody has problems. He can remember that these problems can one day be solved. He does not let the worries of the life to bother him.

I find myself very lucky that we have arrived to this life together and we shall leave it together. Because he is a good person. At least towards me. You would have liked him if you knew him like I do.  But you would not be near to him as much as I am. ...

Erdil Yaşaroğlu