All of them think they are soldiers of the Abu Ayyub. The war is long over, the conquest is finished, why do you keep writing on walls about your bravery?
In Istanbul the sea is only for those who are rich enough to afford the view, those who are too penniless to get to the handful of spots where you can see the sea, and those who ride the ferry.
I could have been your neighbour. Instead I am your landlord.