The Smell of Fried Bonito

One cannot find anything where he left it...

The people I had abandoned or was about to abandon had abandoned me... Here or where I came from Even if I were, the hope of recapturing the past is an empty expectation, one cannot find anything where he left it, not even the smell of fried bonito...

...The sadness of non-existence gives way to the superiority of being able to observe and listen to people without their knowledge. Believing that when you lose something, you gain something else must be the most cruel of the tricks that human beings use against themselves. I wander around finding myself sometimes in that place, sometimes in another, sometimes in this time and sometimes in another time. Whatever my fate has deemed appropriate to throw me in which direction at any moment.
Engin Geçtan



Number of Pages: 242

Print Year: 2013


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Metis Publishing

First Edition Year: 2013

Number of Pages: 242

Language: Turkish