It was small. It was far from the city.
Its population was small. But everyone knew each other. It was impossible to pass without a greeting. Its fountain, which gave water to the passengers and animals, was always the age. Uncle Temel and Aunt Ayşe were just one of the 30 households living in this village. In the morning of the village, Aunt Ayşe offered us the milk she obtained from her cows. Uncle Temel drank two glasses, inhaling the scent, it was obvious that he liked it very much. Weeks later, we buried Uncle Temel next to his mother and father. We lost Uncle Temel and Aunt Ayşe within a month of each other, most of whose eighty-two years of life passed in agony, grief and pain. They ...