After her great-grandfather, how far back in time could she go, if the letters didn't allow? Because the words were already gone with time. The stories left the truth behind and fell for a dream. Just like a young man falling for his lover's dream on every corner of Istanbul. A man deeply rooted in Pera and believed in its timelessness... Istanbul protected Pera like a secret, like yesterday, never to be reached. Like Pera protected a young man's love... On a starry night in Pera, letters of love were spilled into a linen jacket's pocket with ardor, warts and all.
Short Stories - At Good Old Pera
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