a story by Gülten Doğruyol İncesu
A HAPPINESS ON THE MINIBUS It was a cold winter evening. People are flowing silently and deeply as if they have come to light again through a long tunnel. I got on the minibus to go to Esenler from Bakırköy. I sat by the window in the three-seater middle seat. There was two free seats on my right side. […]
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