Emin closed his eyes. Suddenly, he wasn't surrounded by concrete, but by the scent of wild thyme and freshly baked tandır bread.
He didn't pack much—just a small bag and the old wooden cane his father had left him. As he drove away from the city, the skyscrapers began to shrink in his rearview mirror. The further he went, the lighter his chest felt. Ozan Dundar Koyum Sana Gelecegim
He stepped out of the car. The air was different here—it didn't just fill his lungs; it filled his soul. An old man, bent by time, was walking a herd of sheep across the road. He looked up, squinting through the dust. Emin closed his eyes