Gallemit
Everything told in this book is true and the mysterious hero of the novel is still alive.
I hand him the letters.
He goes through them one by one without reading them.
A total of thirteen letters.
None of the letters are written on the same paper, I mean, one on a cigarette paper, another on a file, another on a page torn from a soldier's notebook, torn from a duplicating paper.
We forgot Istanbul, the ship, the house, everything.
We just look at the letters.
He doesn't ask, and I don't tell.
The silence grows, I get lost in those letters, I watch the domes, and now the Maiden's Tower has fallen to my left.
Aziz handed me the letters in his hand and muttered to himself.
The son of a lord, the son of a slave, is willing to be a slave. Who is this man?
This man is a Kam, a Oracle My dear!!!
