Whenever a newly launched project faces criticism, the owners immediately initiate the famous Turkish Hell description, where everyone pulls each other down, resulting in a defense mechanism. Unfortunately, this clichéd argument often leads to a loss of objectivity and becomes an obstacle to the creation of better works.
Recently, when a friend protested in a similar way, I disagreed and explained that my concept of Turkish Hell is different. Let me share with you the Turkish Hell I described to him:
Two friends die in a traffic accident at the end of a drunken night. As soon as they go up, they are naturally directed to the entrance of hell.
The demon at the door asks: “Do you want to go to Turkish Hell or European Hell?”
Our Turks immediately show cunningness and ask, “What’s the difference?” The demon replies, “In Turkish Hell, you eat a bucket of shit every day; in European Hell, it’s just a spoonful.”
One of our guys quickly says, “Being Turkish has its limits, my friend; I’m going to European Hell.” The other, as a nationalist citizen, says, “No matter what, I am Turkish; for the sake of it, I can eat a bucket of shit every day.”
Years go by. The person in European Hell, despite being served a spoonful by a well-dressed waiter every day, constantly complains about this punishment, which he can’t get used to. On the other hand, he is curious about his friend. “I can hardly eat a spoonful in a day; how can you endure eating a bucket of shit every day and still stay happy?” Unable to endure any longer, he goes to the gates of Turkish Hell and looks inside to see everyone happily living, dancing, and having fun.
He calls his friend and asks, “I can hardly eat a spoonful in a day; how do you finish a bucket of shit every day, and how can you stay so happy?”
His friend cheekily replies, “My friend, this is Turkish Hell; here, if there’s shit, you can’t find a bucket, and if there’s a bucket, there’s no shit. We haven’t been able to eat a thing for years.”
In short, we, as a nation, seem to love pounding water in a mortar, but this is Turkish Hell. If you are satisfied with your situation, there is no problem; it’s up to you to stay inside or turn it into paradise.