A translation of a poem by modern Turkish poet, Cemal Süreya.
On 7th January I pushed through the hot and busy club, in search of another beer, oblivion.
I arrived at the entrance to the trailer park and checked the address Dad had given me over the phone....
A couple sit in silence in their small, dark living room. MIKE, 58, is reading a television listings magazine which rests on his paunch.