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Kemal:
Watchman whistles. Someone flies out of a house and swoops on me. I've killed my lover, he says. Hide me! I point to my pocket. Rain's seeped in through the seams. It smells of sesame from the simit I ate that morning. He vanishes into my pocket. What's yourname? I say, looking to my pocket. Hidayet! Hidayet. Why did you kill her? I loved her, damn it. How did you love her, Hidayet? Like crazy! The day dawned with her. I sell sesame halva during the day. And your pocket smells sweet of simit. The day dawned with her and got dark with her. Every conversation came back to her. I thought of her every single second. If someone said something, I'd wonder how she'd answer. If I bought something, I'd wonder if she'd get it. If I ate something, it wasn't good unless she was with me. If I saw something beautiful she didn't see, I'd get no pleasure. What was her name, Hidayet? Pakize. Well, Hidayet What then? Well then Then it got dark. And I'd run off for a glass or two of wine. The a**hole barman laced it with hash or something, because after one sip Pakize was there before me. As alive as can be. As warm as can be. Seriously, Hidayet? Chance would be a fine thing. It was all in my dreams.