They quickly finished mumbling through the prayer and as Grandmother started swaying to the left and to the right they took her again by the arms and were leading her off. When they turned their backs to me I lifted my head straight up and from behind the wall and the bushes, and I could see quite easily; it was a funny scene: as they went off, with the fatso giant called Faruk on one side and the dwarf who’s my uncle on the other, their grandmother looked like a scary puppet in clothes too big for her, that strange frightening coat like a black blanket. Still I didn’t laugh and maybe because we were in the cemetery I shivered and I looked at you, Nilgün, and that scarf that looked so nice on you, then I looked at your skinny legs. It was so strange: you’ve grown up, you’re a beautiful girl, but your legs are still like sticks.Later after you got in the car and left, I came out from where I hid so you wouldn’t get the wrong idea and I went over to look at those silent graves for myself: that’s your grandfather and that’s your mother and father but I only remember your father.
