He was walking slowly, head down, down a street surrounded by tall buildings. In this familiar region, there was no need for him to stand upright or keep his eyes open. He stopped when he came to the bottom of the glassless workshop, the back of which was used as a garbage dump, and the walls turned into a platform for young people to express themselves in writing and visually. The first object that caught his attention was a tape recorder from the nineties. He took it in his hands and studied it for a long time. Then he started hitting the tape recorder on the asphalt floor over and over. He used the soles of his shoes to separate the parts that did not break.
He didn't care at all about the disturbance caused by the sounds. The only thing he concentrated on was the copper that would come out of the tape. Copper meant gold to a scrap dealer…
When he was done with the tape, he left the useless pieces where they were and headed towards the black garbage bags, each of which was a monument of mystery. When he felt the dirt on his hand from one of the bags he had torn open in one go, he quickly threw it away. He was disgusted. He waved his hand up and down. It wasn't. Getting rid of that Thing didn't seem possible with this method. But this move had given him enough time to get used to the situation. It was good that he started muttering to himself…
He turned towards the woman who was calling from the three-story building behind him. The woman who had scrap to sell had given her an escape. Disgust was not uncommon, even for this man who had been dealing with garbage dumps for a long time…
When the woman disappeared, the scrap dealer did not stay idle and began to cut the precious pieces from the tape into smaller pieces, this time with his hands. He wanted to use the limited space in his car sparingly.
The scrap dealer, who looked at the second floor window with his eyes from time to time, judged that the woman was late and leaned towards the front of the wheelbarrow, venting the front wheel and turning the car back. The woman's delay had convinced the scrap dealer that what was being sold was valuable.
First, he brought his three-wheeled car to the side of the window and then to the other window at the entrance of the building. Her every move was to get closer, to get together faster!
And finally the woman appeared through the window. The woman, who had many times more money than the scrap dealer, was excited to receive new money. He hung his scrap, which he thought was valuable, out of the window. But what he wanted to sell was not worth the money for the scrap dealer. The junk dealer, who dismissed the woman with a commonplace word, walked away slowly, without even waiting for her answer. Not being stuck had become a part of his job. He took and gave. This is everything.
Before he left the area, something on the edge of the garbage caught his attention. A plastic bottle with three drops of water in it… He happily opened the cap and washed his still disgusting hands with three or five drops of water, shrunk the bottle and tucked it into the compartment under his car.