Ever since I was a kid, whenever I see a map, I immediately look at the sea. My eyes always look for an island first before countries or cities. I must have made feel my family that way, since they decided to move to Burgaz Island. I can say that this is how I reached my present state. A while after moving to Burgaz Ada, we lost my father. I continued to write. Knowing that every moment I live is precious, I was writing down every encounter and every situation I experienced. My childhood, Adapazarı, France and everything else… On the other hand, I could feel that I was changing. I was reflecting this situation in my writing. In the coming times, I was put on trial for a story that I wrote. Although the lawsuit filed with the thought that I was keeping the people off the army from military service made me depressed at first, I was relieved by Orhan Veli's letter. In the letter, Orhan cursed those who understood the story in this way, stating that the story was great. This interpretation of his made me comfortable too. Orhan was a man of immense grace. We would meet every day and find ourselves in an endless conversation.