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In the early evening collapsed streets, a few shadows quietly try to take shelter in some places. The old Ottoman tombs and the tombs between the various buildings on both sides of the Divanyolu street seem to have fallen on them under a strange light. Neon lights are as spiritual as to say to the inhabitants of the tombs, “We are here, to beware, every life will taste death.” Do you care about one? I do not know.
