I looked for coolness in every corner that day,
I found a shadow, in front of the mirrored drawer.
I lifted my head from the screen, looked to my right.
That's when I saw him.
It was a business card
A word that people who learn Turkish later laugh about.
I wasn't going to laugh
I was embarrassed, I remembered that day.
Then another day earlier.
The first time we met.
As you walk through the door, look inside
Did I ring the bell?
The sweetest man of the world coming out of the inside,
The way you take us in and tell us
The story of his Sufism, through the theater
With the story that makes the building a place.
Yes, we talked about that poet too,
Milk liquor and ney lessons
One of the lodge meals cooked in wood fire
We could come whenever we wanted.
We left there very happy, sullen.
I'll come in a week, I said, gathering his wife and friend.
That week never came, couldn't come
In the bustle of life, this delicacy was lost.
Come, it was time to go,
Good thing there was social media,
I wrote to that sweet man,
Even if we come to you to eat.
The answer came in a bitter tone,
We have negligent friends
We couldn't hold on to you
We migrated from there
However, what was
That little mansion on the shore of the Golden Horn
old time food
The wood-fired sage.