Dream Of My Mom

I came, I came! I said it was my job to run from place to place… This is a new adventure… First, when I started secondary school, I decided to choose a good school for myself. What the hell! The system’s assignment robot has already assigned me somewhere. I said “school is school” and had to accept it. What happened next? School is not a school, it is an arena of interesting events! How can döner on rice and the treasures of Byzantium come together in a book! Why does one want to be ‘zero’ in life? Aww, why did I torture myself to witness something! I welcome anyone who is curious to share my story.