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The bees gave birth to a "Son". I recorded my dad picking them.

In a fairytale village, something miraculous happened. We call them "Son" when they leave the hive to create a new colony in order to continue their generations of bees. Thousands of them create magnificent images in the air at once, and our task is to collect them accordingly and place them in their new nests. The "Son" hugged the tree first and dad went out and waved the branches. He guided bees to the empty space and collected them with a beehive stick he used, for example, a rod. Bees have a smell and when thousands surround you, you feel wonderful things. I use a protective mask while filming. When I ask my dad why he doesn’t use it, he says “I know their language”. We can safely ship the honey produced in our village. Those who want it may reach out.

Yerim yurdum yoktur benim,

Dünyada bir yerdeyim.

( Kazım Koyuncu )

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