I’m a captain. I missed my cap. With my telescope and their eyes, I carry people to distant lightyears, inform them about what they see; I know my direction
We were sitting in the bar Biblioteca, with the people we’ve met in the school. They’re all Catholic, so some don’t drink, on their missionary duty; btw they’re from USA. It’s a great chance for me to learn about new cultures and religions. Natalie gave me a gift of “New Testament” (Nuevo Testamento) in the school. I met people that I can’t find in Turkey, great timing to learn Bible. The book is in Spanish, so I’m having troubles to understand it; my teacher Erika calms me down by saying, I can understand it soon.
It’s interesting that, when I sometimes go to the ceremonies in cathedral, my soul fills with peace. I feel like inside of an unbreakable castle or utopia. Peace is flowing to me from a fountain where the source is the cathedral. Maybe, it feels like yoga, or the your mom’s caress to you while you’re sleeping. Religion is really something interesting; if you stop thinking rational, you can lose yourself in it quickly. Especially if you’re spiritual and emotional like me. I guess, the education and culture we took, steps in at this point, to guide us our way. But at this point, I thank to myself, for getting the basic astronomy education.
I miss my captain cap I used to wear in Turkey. And people calling me as “captain”. Yes, I’m a captain. With my telescope and their eyes, I carry people to distant lightyears, inform them about what they see; I know my direction, at least at nightsky
About this captain metaphor, years ago, I answered an interview question, for applying as internship in an astronomy institution, about why do I want to work with them: “I just like to set sail to seas, where it is the beauty of night sky to universe, waiting us to discover new things in its mystical but inspirational environment in a childish curiosity and enthusiasm”
One of the most emotional books, and the one that I saw myself in it many times, were written in the books of Ernesto “Che” Guevara. At least in his journals. In his second journals, he talks about his life in Guatemala. On top of it, while he was there, 1954 Guatemala coup happens, supported by CIA. Arbenz was taken down, and until 1996, chains of incidents continue, with death of the 200.000 people. There, at the beginning of those events, cause&results were told us from his own eyes in his adventures.
I send my greetings to him. I wish I could meet with that rancorous child poet, stubborn, strict but emotional Che, while he was writing his diaries. And drink a coffee (we’re in Guatemala) while talking about here and there.
Let me come to the funny part of this post. Yes, just like sailors and Jack Sparrows, I love rum. Haha… “What Will You Do With A Drunken Sailor?” 🎶🎼
When people ask me my profession, I can’t know what to answer. Sometimes I like to reply “astronomer”. But, should I reply “Captain” starting from next time? 🙂 But of course, if I could answer “Daydreamer”. Because, in everybody, there lies a huge world. Especially, creator of “Lord of the Rings” “world”, Tolkien, affect me a lot… hahaha…
I encountered something on Internet about the irony of the universe:
What was I saying? Past and future is tied with irony. Before coming here, some professors told me to my face directly, that I can be placed in an astronomical observatory and a graduate education in an university I want in Turkey, regarding this topic.
What happened next? It was the dream I was chasing since childhood, to work in an astronomical observatory or developing new engineering solutions; but to be returned thanks, declining the unimaginable offer for me, giving the names of the people that can work instead of me, my thoughts, and left them for “now”. Some professors thought that, I reacted like that, because of graduating freshly and I have tiredness. Maybe, I don’t know. Contrary to them, I’m experiencing the past freshly. With some professors, who understands my spirituality, we started a nice, dreamy conversation about the future
About astronomy, with a “ironical thanks” from my past and future (at the moment), I’m writing this from Guatemala; or confessing like I saw in the church hahaha…
I wonder what’s hidden in the future. Things we said “No way! It won’t be able to happen!” from past may come true. Just like my father continuously experienced, who showed me with our common memories from my childhood and cited with excitement. I missed talking to him.
I’m ending this with the lyrics from one of my favourite songs, La Bamba:
Yo no soy el marinero (I’m not the sailor)
Yo no soy marinero, soy el capitán (I’m the captain)