Short Stories - At Good Old Pera

After her grand-grand father, how far could she go back in time, if the letters didn't allow? Because the words were already gone by time. The stories left the truth behind and fell for a dream. Just like a young man falling for her lover's dream at every corner of Istanbul. A man deeply rooted in Pera and believed in her timelessness... Istanbul protected Pera like a secret, like yesterday, never to be reached out. Like Pera protected a young man's love...  In a starry night at Pera, letters of love were spilled in a linen jacket's pocket with ardor, warts and all. 

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