The sun sends his last rays ambitiously on to the houses. The surface and the corners of the stone houses turn red. The shadows are sad, the last ray is excited because it is clear that in minutes, this visual feast will come to an end. The merciless time will remove it from the houses.

       The sun makes the plane shine like phosphorus. The fields are coloured in front of the last ray. Inhabitants of Mardin in front of their caged windows look at the plane. The sun is so happy that he turns from one colour to the other on the plane. Then, he is slowly defeated by darkness; and is ereased from the plane. A shadow lands on the plane that nas been burned all day long. The laborers put their muttocks at their backs. The crop on the fields wave by the evening breeze. The colours are ereased one by one and the plane takes the colour of smoke. Suddenly, the large plane becomes a sea. The ones who have been burned, who sit in front of the stone windows, host the blue of the sea in their eyes. Coolness falls into the heat of summer heat.

       The plane, from one corner to the other presents the pleasure of the evening to the ones in front of the windows. Inhabitants of Mardin descend to the sea. Not their bodies but their souls fall into the blue sea.

         A glass of wine is raised in front of the window. The bitter taste of the plane's grapes that have been burned under the sun blend in the mouth. The ones sitting in front of the windows go away. Some go into the deepness of the Mesopotamian plane. Some to the Medditerenean, some to the Black Sea... The ones charmed by the secret of the plane descend to the abyss of te centuries. Untill they are lost in the sea. Till everything is buried under the darkness, the ones in front of the windows and the ones who lance their bodies to the cool wind on the roofs wait. The city is in harmony with the plane. None of the houses has turned its back to this end­less sea. The windows look at the plane attentively in order to see what has happened in thousands of years...