The sounds are weak, but a sense of happiness emerges from the same noise. Elika is still sleeping. I leave the bed and stare out the window in search of the source of the sound. One of the cruise ships is on the Bosphorus strait and passes under the huge bridge that connects East Istanbul to West. It leaves a white trail of foamy water and proudly overtakes sailboats and motorboats. On its deck, tourists of all ages are bustling...
