It was a cold spring day, which was our first time in the city, where we were planning to settle and start a new life. We were hopeful. We thought we could find a home and start our new lives. On the way back to Istanbul, those feelings disappeared. Our place was definitely Istanbul, but how? Our heads had been flushed to good. With the hope of the return of city, we also lost the bag we put our coats. It was enough to look in the mirror to look at the fish that came out of the water.
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In our minds we stopped when the migration songs / ballads turned, stood turned. We've never talked about it for months. Moreover, there was not even another spring. We adapted ourselves, our child, and everyone we talked about around here to the idea of Istanbul. Well, the words that came out of our minds and poured out of others' language were ready: "What have you done there? You can't live ..."
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Behind these ears behind the ear and occasionally will move from the real estate movements in a desperate way I did not look at the despaired lie ... I even continued to follow the social media in that city and public institutions in the municipality continued to follow. All the news about the timeline that I'm about to recreate here again, but I opened my mouth and I'm not saying "Move now". I kept my soul fresh and kept my work and strength. I didn't insist on it or what, I thought.
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