Seagulls flying over. The sun glistening upon each of the small waves crashing down in the bay. Some boats approach. Some depart. Perched high above the old city of Istanbul on a terrace in a white plastic chair. No one with me but the wind and the sound of tourists exploring below. Smells in the air as dinner time approaches As I stair in awe of the Blue Mosque from the roof, my pen touches paper and begins to tell a story. A story that will last the life of the paper. As th