beş
Day 276. E is messaging me: it is raining where he is.
dört
Day 275. Isn't it unbelievable what such a small alteration can produce in the psyche?
üç
Day 274. I flirt with myself over feta dipped in oil with rosemary.
iki
Day 273. That stirring spoon inside the glass walls of the French press.
bir
Day 272. What a terribly privileged thing to say. I understand this better.
cevap
Day 271. I prefer the bravado of Turkish people. At least it's honest and in your face.