“A researcher!” Velih said, while we waited for the messengers. “How nice.” “You and I should do some research one of these days,” Mesut told him. “Very true. You and I live here all our lives and don’t do research. Then from America they come and research all kinds of things.” “Even in Ahmetpaşa, they research something.” “And rightly. Isn’t there something to be researched, in every corner of God’s creation? Isn’t that what you’ve found, miss, in your travels?”
