by M.E.Romero ‘Is this Ayvalik?’ I ask the driver as he gestures for me to leave the coach. ‘Evet, Ayvalik,’ he replies. I call Hilal. ‘Alo?’ she asks with her soft voice. ‘Hi Hilal! I’m really sorry to bother you again at work,’ I say embarrassed. ‘That’s ok, don’t worry. Everything alright?’ she asks. ‘Well, I need to get a Hotel room and I don’t want to ask the taxi driver, might end up back in Istanbul!’ I explain . ‘Could you please have a quick look in Google for me?’ ‘Sure, give me twenty minutes. I’ll call you back,’ she says. ‘Please, can you make sure that it’s located near the ferry dock? That’ll save me time tomorrow,’ I explain. ‘Sure!’ she confirms. ‘And don’t worry about the cost, it’s just for one night. I want to be in comfort so, five star is ok,’ I say. ‘Ok, I’ll call you back,’ she says. I spot a cafe by the entrance and sit outside. I get a çay . The tulip glass too hot to handle. The flies an intermittent pain. The heat is beginning to subside. The sun paints A...
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