The kid in the chair…
The kid in the chair…
Year: 1979 the walls were painted with machine oil, the machines that came out of the stairs were ruined because of the small workshops reached by the dark corridors, industrial bazaars... ahi was already in ruins, second hand imported or produced by experts trying to get an acemic Domestic Machinery, hand-darkened workers, brands received with bitter carbonated tea, locked phones working with money,, arabesque music and most barricades rising from the tapes until the power is cut; machine oil covering the building, machinery, Masters, Apprentices, workers, tea, phones, raw material bags and without cover muffled voice cassettes, like a black work. Machines for the child sitting in the chair, employees and work is interesting, but the environment is so cold, dirty and gloomy…
This is exactly where plastic starts in Turkey. Istanbul Bayrampaşa. The children in that chair and the fathers who brought him to his workshop at every opportunity, and the plastic industry, crawling from here, reached the point of today.
Today, in the tub where our baby is placed, in the Cup where we eat, in the Cup where we drink, in our clothes, in the shoes, in the window of our homes, in the door, in the carpet on the floor, in the pipe, in isolation, in our toothbrush, in our computers, in our refrigerators, in the ball we play, in our safety belts, in our cars, in the aircraft, not only in health, but also in the disease, in the lens, in the surgical threads, in the hearing devices, in many prosthetic devices used in the body, in the heart valves, in many more imaginable plastic is an integral part of our lives. The material of our century...
And plastic became the name of success in Turkey. Developing from those workshops, this industry has taken Turkey to the third largest plastic handler in Europe as this book enters the press with perseverance, ambition and love.
The child in the chair grew up and had a long love with this material, where he smelled, saw his elegance and felt his warmth as he went from shape to shape.…
Yavuz Eroğlu
