Elif Shafak. Istanbul Bastard (№ 424725)

All these years he was quietly gnawed by painful remorse, little by little, from the inside, from the outside, with the appearance and you can not say. But perhaps now has come the long-awaited end of the struggle between oblivion and memory. Like the sea surface spreading after low tide far, far away, as far as the eye can see, memories of the past arose here and there among the rushed waters.