A day in the life, Memory, Goodbye

Fraction of A Second

Sulaymaniyah — The point of intersection. The Bosphorus melting into the Marmara Sea; the Golden Horn meets the Bosphorus. Ships, ships, ships. On a terrace in Cihangir, I can forever watch the ships go by. Passenger ferries, cargo ships, private yachts drawing white lines connecting me to the unknown. I walk over to the man of the hour and stand in front of him. He looks into my eyes and cautiously puts his han...