Sabotage Sinan Quotes in 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in This Strange World
“What’s your name?” he shouted at her over the wind.
She told him. “And what’s yours?”
“Me? Don’t have a name yet.”
“Everyone has a name.”
“Well, true . . . but I don’t like mine. For now you can call me Hiç—‘Nothing’.”
“Look, I’ll write to you every week,” Leila promised. “We’ll see each other again.”
“Won’t you be safer here?”
Although Leila did not say this aloud, somewhere in her soul echoed the words she had a feeling she had heard before: Just because you think it’s safe here, it doesn’t mean this is the right place for you.
Now, as her brain came to a standstill, and all memories dissolved into a wall of fog, thick as sorrow, the very last thing she saw in her mind was the bright pink birthday cake.
“Look, maybe for believers like you the body is trivial . . . temporary. But not for me. And you know what? I’ve fought so hard for my body! For these”—she pointed to her breasts—“for my cheekbones . . .” She stopped. “Sorry if that sounds frivolous. [...] But I need you to see that the body matters too.”
“Nice to see you, finally,” said the fish. “What took you so long?”
[...]
Smiling at her confusion, the blue betta fish said, “Follow me.”
Now finding her voice, Leila said, with a shyness she could not conceal, “I don’t know how to swim. I never learned.”
“Don’t worry about that. You know everything you need to know.”
Sabotage Sinan Quotes in 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in This Strange World
“What’s your name?” he shouted at her over the wind.
She told him. “And what’s yours?”
“Me? Don’t have a name yet.”
“Everyone has a name.”
“Well, true . . . but I don’t like mine. For now you can call me Hiç—‘Nothing’.”
“Look, I’ll write to you every week,” Leila promised. “We’ll see each other again.”
“Won’t you be safer here?”
Although Leila did not say this aloud, somewhere in her soul echoed the words she had a feeling she had heard before: Just because you think it’s safe here, it doesn’t mean this is the right place for you.
Now, as her brain came to a standstill, and all memories dissolved into a wall of fog, thick as sorrow, the very last thing she saw in her mind was the bright pink birthday cake.
“Look, maybe for believers like you the body is trivial . . . temporary. But not for me. And you know what? I’ve fought so hard for my body! For these”—she pointed to her breasts—“for my cheekbones . . .” She stopped. “Sorry if that sounds frivolous. [...] But I need you to see that the body matters too.”
“Nice to see you, finally,” said the fish. “What took you so long?”
[...]
Smiling at her confusion, the blue betta fish said, “Follow me.”
Now finding her voice, Leila said, with a shyness she could not conceal, “I don’t know how to swim. I never learned.”
“Don’t worry about that. You know everything you need to know.”



