The sun was already over the horizon when the clock struck 8 am. We had been up until the early morning hours, so this was a rare occasion where I allowed myself to sleep in. By 8:15, Fırat knocked on my door and ate breakfast on the hotel terrace. We had a lavish breakfast full of bread and olives, eggs (boiled or fried), tomatoes, cucumbers, …
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H. S. Campoy 