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Bazen bedenim bir hapishane gibi, kalabalığın arasından geçen katı, değişken bir ada gibi geliyor. Yaşadığım hayatın tüm hatıralarını taşıyan mühürlü bir oda...
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“Before turning back from them, she asks herself: Do you want to go on? To push forward? Is it worth it?
There was a time when she had answered, trembling, no.”
“There are certain memories that remain inviolate to the ravages of time. And to those of suffering. It is not true that everything is colored by time and suffering. It is not true that they bring everything to ruin.”