See my dear? I am thinking about you even in my mid-twenties. You little scapegrace! Do you think I am some white-bearded grumpy old man? You show concern for me very rarely, and when you do you talk with your grandma most. Tell me then, who gives you the most pocket money? Me or that senile granny? You’re full of beans at this moment, I know that. While you’re looking that hot girls on the beach, how can I gain a seat in your mind? Forget the grandpas, let them die in those coffe houses. Take a look what you did! I am in the middle of my youth, and I am trying to persuade you while I have a lot of work to do. If you don’t call me at least for 5 times in a week, don’t expect any money from me in the feasts. You’re a big boy who turns 20 though, still want money from me? Do I look like I am attitudinizing? Yes, I am attitudinizing. I seem to hear you’re saying “You grumpy old man!”. Anyway, let’s get to the main point. In the first place, I’ve been in your ages too, my dear. More precisely, I am in your age while I’m writing these sentences. I’m 20 years old now, year is 2015, and probably you’ll be in your 20 when you read it. As you see, Forget the grandpa-grandchild relationship, we’re buddies dude! According to my calculations, you’ll be in 2060 when you read this letter. While I am listening the 1960’s music, 2060 is really scaring me. In my last 15 years, technology has incredibly developed that I can’t imagine how would it be in 2060. I mostly wonder what will happen to Turkey those years, because it’s extremely precarious at this moment while I am writing these words.
Our generation contains numerous births which is why the whole world is racked with pain. But I believe that you’ll see very beautiful times, my dear. Our elders lost their everything in the war, but under favour of those pains the technology has come to this level in our time. Maybe you’ll live in a very critic period too, but don’t forget this my dear: Births are really painful. It’s essential in order to reach a higher conscious. I’ve a lot of things to tell you, I can’t wait for it. That’s why I started to write this letter 50 years in advance. Sometimes I’ll talk with you as your grandpa, and sometimes as a friend in it. I’ll make you laugh with my jokes sometimes, but sometimes I’ll upset you with sad truths. We’ve a long way, my dear. Hold my hand, and lend an ear to my words.