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From Reşad Ekrem Koçu’s Istanbul Encyclopedia, as well as from old books I read like fairy tales, I know that graves and cemeteries have always been part of everyday urban life. The crooked Ottoman tombstones, between which children play soccer and people lie down in the shade, remind Istanbulites of the transience of life, like the vanitas still lifes that people in the West used to hang on their walls at home. The crows flitting between the tombstones and cypresses, on the other hand, suggest to me, who was nicknamed “Crow” as a child, that efforts at modernity are in vain, as if they were warning me of a mortal sin.

From the novel „The Black Book“:

As the sky grew dark he sat sad and motionless in his chair. A crow perched on the windowsill gave him a curious, sideways glance; the sounds of a Friday evening rose up from the crowded street below. Galip drifted off into a happy and inviting dream. When he awoke much later, night had fallen, but he could still sense the crow’s eye boring into him, and Celâl’s eye too. Slowly he moved about the dark room shutting drawers, felt for his overcoat, and left the office, feeling his way through the dark corridor. All the lights in the building were out. The tea boy was cleaning the toilets. As he crossed the snow-covered Galata Bridge, he felt the cold.