Our house had a history. I remember sleeping beside that window. There was a sound that came from that corner, the sound of wooden slippers, click clack click clack… It would stop for a minute in front of our door, turn back out and start walking right, click clack click clack, towards sherbet-maker Halil’s house. It would stop right there… There were evliya. They would wander around, you know what I’m saying? One day I sat in the garden, I opened up my ears.