Simone Bosich

It was three p.m.; it was a very hot afternoon of a day of July. There were no clouds in the sky,  the port was vary calm, there was no kind of noise, but this silence was broken by the sound of an engine, a yacht appeared on the horizon, it was driven  by a slovenly men, he was dirty, he had long hair and beard, he had ripped clothes, his name was Can. He was very serious and pensive, we was alone, when he arrived to the port he took the ropes that some men passed him to moor, he got off the boat and he left the port without say nothing. While Can was arrived in the port a girl in the centre of Istanbul was introducing her novel, while she was reading to some people it  she was smiling, she was happy because be a writer was her dream, but she had the mind in a another place, she was thinking other.