My Uncle's Back
Underground City Traveler
Adem almost threw his head against the wall. Iskender is very serious. He did not understand what Adem said. Adem to gregetan. It seems he was wrong to talk to a man like Iskender. And Ziyadh was also wrong to leave Issabel to him. But not for any reason of course. Ziyadh has a purpose. Adem has to be patient.
Issabel's footsteps stopped right in front of the dried apricot scene of an old mother. She's speechless. His eyes stared at the fruit.
“Hayi, Issabel!”
Adem took the little girl away.
Iskendeer is still in his position. He approached the old mother's merchandise earlier, and took out a few boxes only. After paying, he tried to remember. Maybe something was missed.
“Issabel,” said while giving a box of freshly purchased apricots to yegen.
Adem.
“Tesekkkur ederim, Amca.”
“You like it?”
“Hayir.”
“Anne who likes it.”
Issabel's face instantly turned moody. He misses his parents very much.
From birth she was already unable to get a touch from her own Anne, and at the age of 5 she lost her baba as well. Adem lowered his head. He knows how sad an Issabel is. Iskender cast his gaze into the sky. Both eyes are clouded.
Before long, they arrived at the underground city of Derinkuyu. An ancient underground city that is level-storied and has a depth of up to 177 feet. Visitors must pass through a narrow hallway with many stairs.
Consists of five floors. The first and second floors of the earthworks are residences, religious schools with stone table tables, baptisteries, kitchens, wine cellars and cages.
The third and fourth floors are tunnels, places to hide weapons.
As for the last wells, secret roads, churches, cemeteries and confessional places.
Iscender did not take Issabel's hand off for a second. He was protecting the little girl. Adem sees them like Baba and Kiz (daughter).
“Amca.” Issabel calling Adem.”
“Evet, Canim.”
“Do not stay away from us.”
“Tamam, you take it easy.”
“Amca.”
Iskender just turned his head towards him without making the slightest sound.
“The path is slow. Amca Adem is missing.”
“Evet, I've stepped smaller than usual.”
“It's a little dark.”
“Because it's underground, Canim.”
Issabel was happy that Amca Adem was always quick to reply to her words. Unlike Amca Iskender who is more silent. But it's not a problem. They are the same as looking after it in their own way.
Adem is a tour guide for Issabel. Iskender walked behind them.
Everyone has their own way of enjoying life. Sometimes the choice is forced, influenced by the methods of others, or indeed that is how someone in the original. However, there is something very important that can actually also determine this. The memories. A memory is a person's memory of something that works.
That's what's troubling Iskender's mind. Like a scene from a movie. He kept on imagining the moment when Issabel received a dried apricot from him. The child's expression, How happy he was to get the fruit that he didn't really like gently. Like someone Iskender knew. Like someone in his life, he did the same thing. Smile wholeheartedly.
“Amca Adem.”
“Baba once said, ilk bahar ask mevsimidir (spring is the season of love).”
“Evet,tabii ki (of course). All seasons are love season.”
“Love is what, Amca?”
Deg !! Adem bigung how to explain it.
“Cin-love, love it.”
“Like Baba and Anne?”
“Evet, evet like that.”
“This spring en guzel bahar (most beautiful spring) for Issabel.”
“Oo, this spring is also the most beautiful for Amca.”
Then Issabel's gaze turned toward Iscender. The man was still daydreaming with all his thoughts about the memory of a memory. As hard as he thought, he still did not find it. Those memories may never exist, or he's just trying to build his own memories. I don't know.
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