Kaba saba bir Latinceyle uyandım

I …sentences began with Syrian merchants.Much later I opened a window facing the river.A wounded woodcock came in. I woke to the sounds of rough Latin. II We fell from the middle of a book, medium-sized sentences in search of our place, in a city we didn’t know (for the city’s name was nowhere toContinue reading “Kaba saba bir Latinceyle uyandım”