ERKAN`S BABYLON

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We were burned, in the most obscure corner of the desert, worse than a sandstorm falling from the sky. We had been waiting for the rain to be born, like Yusuf in the well. There was at least a drop of hope in the well we landed like a star falling from the sky, the city of pain. As we move through the suburbs of silence, strange timid looks are upon us like bullets. Swaying in the wind from the night sky, like falling leaves, when it covers itself, we get lost in the dark. However, there were still unseen and unknown ones. We will see what we do not see, we will learn what we do not know.