It is difficult to write with pictures of people beaten, attacked with incredible violence, dead bodies, young, women, old, men running to escape police fury in front of your eyes. It is even harder because this violence just seems to get worse by the minute. There seems to be no end to this violence. The state violence, the government violence.

Prime Minister Erdoðan seemed determined to prevent anyone protesting against him and his government by ordering the police to literally quash them.

The chronicle of today is a chronicle of escalating violence. People with blood on their faces, people baton charged by police, tear gas thrown with the precise aim to hit. More violence, more detentions. On Erdoðan's side, one of his bodyguard is said to be in critical conditions after falling from the roof of a bus, part of the Prime Minister's election convoy.

After learning of the death of fifty four years old teacher Metin Lokumcu in Hopa, people took to the streets in many cities around the country to protest loudly against this violence.

They were met by more violence. Scores have been detained. At least seventy people have been taken into custody in Ankara, after police attacked the crowd. In Istanbul Taksim square demonstrators were attacked by police. And it has been like that all afternoon.

Tomorrow Erdoðan will be in Diyarbakir and already he has been told he is not welcomed. But he will go. In the last act of arrogance and defiance. The Prime Minister and his government seem to have lost it and this is dangerous.