There is no sea in this book; there is a human being.
While reading the stories, you don’t see events-you see people’s loneliness, helplessness, and their silent struggle with fate.
At one point in a story, I couldn’t continue reading; I had to put the book down. Because the author doesn’t merely tell - he makes you live it.
Zeyyat Selimoğlu did not write about the sea, but about the storm inside the human soul.