Introduction
I touch with my eyes that which is now and here and between the ground the grass and the sky.
A train cuts through the fairgrounds at Pehlivanköy. From the window of the train a child looks out smiling, as if he is watching a comic photograph. I am tossed from town to town as I search for the essence of something timeless.
That smiling tea boy in the very center, aware and wise, says: "Take my picture, Big Brother. Even if you don't send me a copy. You'll have something to remember me by."
Yusuf Dariyerli
