Yegen Telefon Caliyoruz | Ramiz Dayi Ac

"You’re waiting for a sign, aren't you?" Dayı asked, his eyes sharp under his hat. "But signs don't come to those who wait. They come to those who listen."

"It’s the past, nephew," he called back. "And the past never hangs up until it gets what it wants."

Ramiz Dayı turned to walk back into the darkness, his silhouette growing faint against the city lights.

Ezel reached for the phone Dayı had placed on the table. "Who is it, Dayı?"