Architects drew, masters, journeymen and apprentices gathered.
They threw the iron into the Fire. It was so hot, it had taken on the color of fire.
It was moist as wood, soft as leather.
The masters all took hammers in their hands. Iron is stuck between hammer and anvil.
A voice came from the iron, It was not a scream! The Masters felt the symphony and kept hammering the iron.
They hammered the iron...
As the masters forge the iron; Demir was obeying.Feeling the pride of serving soundness in life, Demir understood that it would appeal to visuality and establish a throne in hearts, and it came to love...
He was making love with hammer blows and offering beauty to life.
Yılmaz KÖKSAL, who saw and witnessed this and felt and lived it for 24 years, said;
We Forge Iron with Love, not anger, so iron obeys us.
Iron becomes what we want it to be.
This is our job, this is our love.
Iron and fire respond to our love with the greatest of generosity.
We are satisfied with iron, iron is pleased with us.
These experiences are the pleasure of our love with iron.
President of the Wrought Iron Republic
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