Grabbing a beer with a friend in Kadıköy, waiting for your best friend to move her ass to go out, giving a call to your grandma to let her know that you’re gonna be late, crushing at your friend’s place in Cihangir, getting drunk, writing a short story along Bosphorus.


Tear gas, police, protests, dictator Tayyip, government, unhappy people, very unhappy people, hopeless people, dead people.

Bunch of people destroyed my home.