When I got up the next morning I had a sore the size of a baby aspirin on the tip of my tongue. Just drinking water was painful. Actually this was the first time the condition had surfaced since I’d made up with my mother. Now I felt stunned, like a victim running into his torturer again. It was ...
I used to trace the panoramic mosaic of the city, square by square, and the strategic points that seemed to be waiting their turn for a march past of history. Despite the barricade of mist, a Byzantine residue, I would flirt with the towers of Topkapı Palace, and when a lazy breeze drifted over t...
Cemetery. Maybe that’s how we managed to dodge the city’s wrathful whimsies. Out of respect for the cemetery’s silhouette the crooked and careless but god-fearing buildings stood a mere three stories high. In return Z.’s resident winds refrained from harassing the L. neighborhood. Our bazaar cons...