Once,
I was in Istanbul,
searching for more refugees.
They told me 'go to Balat and Fatih'. I found only one refugee family, but I travelled in time.Once I finally managed to go to Konya. On Rumi's tumb I prayed. Then I met Irakis and Afghans refugees in their homes.
A bullet was shot in the daughter's room. A Sunni married to a Shia, that deserved a good laughter.