Looking back at the turmoil of the 1950s today, it’s hard not to be sad. Even though one knows the end of the story, he is always waiting for something to happen to prevent this bitter ending. He wants the mistakes made to be noticed, a common point to be agreed and the accident that says I am coming to be prevented. But in vain… After the accident today, all we can do is look at the causes of the accident and learn from it… Beginning from the mid-1950s, the democracy, which was knitted stitch by knot before, began to unravel again, stitch by stitch. A tense, harsh, vicious period has opened in the political arena… It seemed impossible to see the future and take precautions in that dusty smoke…