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Chapter 80 - Chapter 80 – A Statue Was Ordered. Emir Declined.

The email was polite.

Syrupy polite.

From a man named Yavuz Kalem—a well-funded, well-meaning philanthropist who had built libraries, schools, and at least one marble birdbath shaped like Plato's head.

The subject line:

"Proposal for Permanent Civic Memorial: Kara in Reflection"

Attached:3D mockups.Press release draft.Quotes from Emir's notebooks in etched copper.A list of sculptors.And a very expensive logistics timeline.

Target unveiling date: Republic Day.

Emir read it three times.

Then stared at the proposed statue:

Himself.Sitting on a bench.Notebook in hand.One palm open, as if offering memory like breadcrumbs.

It was... tastefully mythologized.

And absolutely cursed.

He wrote back two sentences:

"Thank you for your admiration.Please use the money to buy chairs."

He thought that would be the end of it.

It wasn't.

Within a week:

The news had leaked.

Debate exploded online.

#LetHimSit and #LetHimStand trended simultaneously.

A columnist wrote:

"Kara resists permanence. That's exactly why we need it."

"Congratulations," Atatürk said,"You've officially become an argument."

— "I told them no."

"Ah, but your 'no' is part of the myth now."

— "They're fighting over where I should sit. I'm not even tired."

*"You're forgetting—you don't belong to yourself anymore."

Narin called him the next day.

— "They want you to make a statement."

— "I already did."

— "Yeah, but it wasn't emotional enough.They want you to either cry or quote a poem."

Emir sighed.

— "I have a better idea."

That weekend, Emir quietly visited one of the memory circles.

Brought a bench.A real one.Cheap. Heavy. Ugly.

Placed it outside.

Sat.

No speech.No quotes.No cameras.

When someone asked, "Is this the statue?"He said:

— "No.It's just a place to sit."

Then he left.

The bench stayed.

By the next morning, three others had joined it.

Someone had left tea.Someone else a notebook.

One student added a sign:

"This bench declines all monuments."

In his notebook that night, Emir wrote:

"If they must carve something, let it be silence.Let it be shared space.Let it be a chair."

"Statues rust.But a bench?A bench lets someone rest."

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