as we proceeded through the gloomy corridors of the arcade a rich dairy owner standing in front of the Association of Animal Enthusiasts cried, “Orhan Bey!” He invited me in and flaunted his remarkable memory by describing how Ka had visited the association around the time of the assassination of the director of the Institute of Education, and how he had gone off in a corner and lost himself in thought. It was difficult to listen to his description of the moment Ka had realized he was in love with Ïpek, just as I was about to meet Ïpek at the New Life Pastry Shop.
