A farewell to Volkan Konak from his close friend Selim Bölükbaşı: 'Why did you turn your back on us?'

Selim Bölükbaşı, a close friend and fellow musician of Volkan Konak, who passed away in Northern Cyprus, shared how he bid farewell to Konak during his final performance.

12punto

The sudden passing of the famous artist Volkan Konak, known as the 'Son of the North,' has caused great sorrow. His friend of 20 years, Selim Bölükbaşı, with whom he shared the stage for years, shared a photo from those final moments with the note, 'How could I have known that you stroking my head and walking away from me in those moments was a farewell?'

Selim Bölükbaşı shared an emotional farewell message on social media for the famous artist Volkan Konak, who passed away after falling ill on stage in Northern Cyprus. Sharing the final frames taken during the concert, Bölükbaşı expressed his deep pain with these words: 'The indescribability of bouncing back and forth like a ping-pong ball between moments where my insides are burning, my brain is numb, my heart is constricted, my eyes are failing to see, the blood in my veins seems to have drained away, and my body feels like it has crashed into a wall at 300 kilometers per hour and shattered into pieces.'

'WHY DID YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON US?'

Bölükbaşı bid farewell to Volkan Konak as follows:

I tried very hard not to make this post because I couldn't bring myself to do it. However, the reality that I had to do it did not allow for that. Can I fit what needs to be said here? NEVER!!! The indescribability of bouncing back and forth like a ping-pong ball between our last chat in the backstage and the state of you collapsed on stage receiving heart massage, the weight of a million memories that fit into our 20 years, the weakness of the strength your courage gave us, the absence of your ideas that this country needs most, everything you taught me and the experience you gave me, the sadness of your brotherhood and support no longer being there, the fact that the drunken exhaustion we felt at the end of our banter will never happen again, and me, feeling the pain of so many things that won't fit here... how can I fit it here? How can I write it? How can I share it? Is there anyone who can describe it? No language can explain this pain! Oh, Volkan brother, you used to describe the pain of someone turning their back on you when it was someone you loved by shouting at them; saying, "Don't turn your back on me!"

Why did you turn your back on us? Why?

I already miss you so much, my brother Volkan.

The only place I will be able to see you will be in songs, and from now on, I will play and sing all the songs to satisfy my longing for you.'