Ferit welcomed Kamal, on his arrival at the Ataturk airport, Istanbul. Both of them were happy, as they had sensed nearing their ultimate goals. Kamal had already sent his paintings by cargo plane a few days earlier. Ferit had received and put them in his studio. Everything was going to be finalized the other day.
“Now tell me one thing”, Ferit asked Kamal, “What?” Kamal asked back. “What was the reason that had brought to you last time to Istanbul”, he asked. This was the question that Kamal had always expected to be asked. But he could never find a reasonable answer to it. But Ferit had asked, and he was supposed to reply back.