Her insan bir uçurumdur. Başını döndürür kişinin, gidip aşağı bakınca. Woyzeck.
It's been a year since I started writing these notes! Isn't that amazing? And most of the people in my life now, I didn't know back then.
Coming soon: Something about finding a place in London, and the practitioners of that holy occupation, the facilitators of the market, the grease in the machine, those that bring the supply and demand together (often with the welcome push of little lies and much ambivelance: is that called professionalism?): Yes, real estate agents.