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te intellectual. I wasn’t seeing anyoneI
wasn’t talking to anyoneand I wasn’t writing poems.”
“But it says in the paper that you’re going to be reading your latest
poem tonight.”
“I don’t have a latest poemso how can I read it?”
There were only two other customers in the pastry shop. They were
seated at a table on the other side of the roomin a corner next to the
window. One was a tiny young man; his companionoldthinand tired
was patiently trying to explain something to him. Behind themon the
other side of the plate-glass windowgreat snowflakes were falling into
the darkness; the pastry shop’s neon sign tinged the flakes with pink. Set
against this backdropthe two men locked in intense conversation in the
far corner of the pastry shop looked like characters in a grainy black-and-
white film.
“My sister Kadife was at university in Istanbulbut she failed her
finals in the first year” Ipek said. “She managed to transfer to the Insti-
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tute of Education here in Kars. The thin man sitting just behind meway
in the backis Dr. Y?lmazthe director of the Institute. When my mother
died in a car accidentmy fatherwho adores my sister and didn’t want to
be alonedecided to move here and bring her a [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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she
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