Chapter XVIII. Grandeur

-This identity will allow you to freely move within Turkey, and this movement permit, the restrictions of your record are in Adana, so you cannot leave it for another state in Turkey unless you obtain a permit to do so, its date is open, you must always carry them together,

he added: You are tired, we will now head to the hotel, rest, and sleep tonight, and tomorrow we will meet.

-Ruslan: But I did not know until now what you want from me?

-Ozcan: I do not want anything from you.

He lit a cigarette: But nothing.

-Ruslan: What do you mean?

-Ozcan: Rest today, and do not worry, you are safe, tomorrow we will meet and talk.

The car stopped at the door of the Sheraton Grand Adana Hotel, one of the city’s finest hotels. The guard is about to go down, to open the door.

-Ozcan: There is no need for that, thank you. I will wait for you tomorrow at 12 noon.

-The guard: Yes, sir.

They made their way into the hotel, passing through its spacious lounge with luxury furniture into the elevators. He entered with him his room, a vast one directly overlooking the Seyhan River, and the Sabancı Merkez Mosque in the old Ottoman style. The room is fully equipped, on the table in the middle of a large fruit dish, in the corner of the room a moving dining table, various kinds of delicacies.

Ruslan stood in front of the vast window, which covered the entire wall, only yesterday he slept in trenches, in tents, remembering the refugee camps in the Turkmen mountains, and the suffering of the people there, tents which are not protected by the heat of summer or the cold of winter, neither food nor drink! And no security.

-He looked at Ozcan with tears in his eyes: No, this is not the life I want, my place is not here.

-He walked towards him, put his hand on his shoulder: No, brother, this is just a resting point. Sleep tonight, and rest your body. Tomorrow, we will talk.

He put the room card on the table, got out of his pocket a phone, and put it on top of it, “this is a door card, my friend, and this emergency phone, my personal number is on it, in case you need me, call me and I won’t be far away.”

He came out of the room, through the aisle, another corridor to the right, toward the elevators, to a higher floor, opened the elevator door, turned left, walked down the aisle, a large door on the right, entered him into the VIP suites section, walked through the luxurious gates towards a private suite, opened the door, a spacious hall, put his phone in a box at the corner, watch, ring, all his belongings, entered a second room, sat in a chair across the window.

He said to himself: No, we do not belong here and never will be.

Years ago, these luxurious hotels meant nothing more than a rest stop, he had much, much harsher conditions than Ruslan, a cruel childhood, a lonely one.

Physicist, programmer, lunatic, trickster, liar, poor, kind, sincere, cruel, religious, extremist, drunkard, womanizer, atheist, psychoanalyst, intelligence man, and……… All in one body.

A hundred men lived inside him, somehow managed to absorb all the contradictions, reincarnated many personalities, committed more crimes against himself, used dozens of names, and lost his name in the crowd.

He was struck by chaos, polished by randomly, wrestled with him and wrestled with it, wrestled with it until he tamed it, and he became its brother, friend, and son.

He lit a cigarette, closed his eyes, and whispered in a low voice: he is in his room,

There was a voice behind him in his room: Are you sure he is ready?

-Yeah, he has been out of the box for a long time.