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.
güzel
Day 270. tomorrow holds far more uncertainties than death does.
soru
Day 269. What are dreams made of? The fire of the stars. Where do questions come from? The burning of the soul!
taman
Day 268. The real curiosity of this conundrum is this: I've had the same issue with native English speakers. It is not the language barrier: it's me.