After the classes are over, I go to the photographer. It doesn't even surprise me. An off-putting cracked sign promoting the place. The dusty window display, however, is a bit discouraging. I enter through an old narrow door. Being surprised inside despite the semi-darkness. It's neat. Everything cleared up. Even on old carved furniture there is no dust. A middle-aged man walks behind the counter.
- Good morning, I would like to open a photo from my phone.
- No problem at all.
He comes out from behind the counter and heads left to the computer and the printer next to it.
- Please send me a photo by e-mail.
He hands me a business card with his address. I'm sending a photo. And after a while it is on the computer monitor.
- This is my father. He's the middle one in the three workers. Let me make copies for myself too.
- Yes. - After all, I didn't ask for permission myself.
In a moment I have a photo and I pay for it. When an older man comes out to us. He immediately notices the photo on the counter. He picks it up and looks at it fondly.
- I'm in the photo with Istanbul, it's amazing. I told you about him, the man fought with the wolf. He had a terrible wound. At first it healed well. He even helped us build the town hall. But one day he didn't show up. The infection set in and the boy died within a few days. We didn't even say goodbye to him. That damned sect didn't let us get to him. Some unbelievers reported seeing him after his death. But they were lies. He would never leave the Turkish beauty alone. Istanbul is our urban legend, you could say. Where did you get this photo?
- From the library.
- I'm not surprised I didn't know anything. I avoided everything related to school. - The old man laughs.
- This copy is for you, Dad.
- Thank you.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. Have a nice day.
- Thanks.
And I'm leaving. Actually, I'm on the way, I could jump right away and give you photos Caiuba. I'm giving up, I'll be there soon anyway.
Driving home I remember the capital of Turkey is Istanbul. It was once Constantinople under the Romans, founded by Emperor Constantine the Great. The guy in the photo has light hair, possibly blond. He wears a bandage because he was wounded in the neck by a wolf. And the man at Connor's has a scar in the same place.
I quickly put this nonsense out of my head. He has a single scar, not from claws or bites. Too many fantasy books.
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Mystery / ThrillerHey, remember the story of Edward and Bella? Me, yes! And it even inspired me to write. Drowning in snow, out of breath and hope. Teenager named after flower. She woke up in a world that was no longer the same. After a mysterious event that left onl...
