Right after the end of the second world war, at age 22, Kiraz Aznavour is faced with a shocking revelation on her mother's death bed : she was adopted.
Follow the young girl in her journey to discover the truth about her biological parents, an impos...
(¹play the header video in the flashback scene with a piano. this song is a bit central to the story, you can check its lyrics on Google, they're an interesting foreshadowing of the story. I'll post different versions of it to go with different chapters)
With the quantity of flashbacks, if not more than half the story through them, I won't be putting each in Italic. Each narration time scene is announced by bold while each flashback by Italic Bold. Flashbacks and moments back to narration time will be separated by "****" as opposed as "....." for usual scenes transition.
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2 Septembre 1945, Istanbul.
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Kiraz got off the train finally arriving in Istanbul after an exhausting journey of five days. If she was honest with herself, Kiraz wasn't particularely tired, but she had been restless, the thoughts not letting her sleep.
As if a world war and the events she had witnessed during it weren't enough, her whole life had been turned upside down. She lost both of her beloved parents, whom she learned had adopted her, and had her whole identity in suspense, as she left her entire life, destining her to join back her University and study, to go after the quest of her biological parents.
She found herself questionning if she hadn't gotten crazy. If the adrenaline of resisting, the violence witnessed, the cruelty of a world that committed a genocide of 6 millions of jews, and where something as horrible as a nuclear bomb launched on civilians, topped by the painful grief of losing Arev and Réhane hadn't rendered her insane.
Was she addicted to fear, violence and the rush of the unknown in a pathological sense ? Why would one leave her finally at peace country, where mundane University life awaited her to go to the other end of a continent after ghosts of the past, in a country she had no one and no knowledge about ?
The enigma presented to her in the form of those two names on that marriage registration didn't let her sleep. It wasn't enough that she was adopted, but if these names were real, and her biological parents, then she was also bastardised in one of the most unholy union she could think of.
None of the scenarios Kiraz worked up in her mind during these five days of train journey prepared her for what awaited her as she walked through the hall of Sirkeci Garı, her eyes falling on a reklam poster for tickets of the train she just got off from. It was old, she noted, very old, as Constantinople has in the last 15 years, been renamed as Istanbul.
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