After an absence of twelve years I entered Istanbul like a sleepwalker. “The earth called to him,” they say of men who are about to die, and in my case, it was death that drew me back to the city where I’d been born and raised.
When I first returned, I thought there was only death; later, I would also enter love. Love, however, was a distant and fotten thing, like my memories of having lived iy. It was in Istanbul, twelve years ago, that I fell helplessly in love with my young cousin.
Four years after I first left Istanbul, while traveling through the endless steppes, snow-covered mountains and melancholy cities of Persia, carryiers and colleg taxes, I admitted to myself that I was slowly fetting the face of the childhood love I’d left behind. With growing panic, I tried desperately to remember her, only to realize that despite love, a face long not seen finally fades. During the sixth year I spent in the East, traveling or w as a secretary in the s……（内容加载失败！）
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