By the time we now call it history, Turkey choosed to be run under an agreement which makes it under an obligation to any morality covered with skin and flesh.
People who wanted to be a part of something bigger than them, a life lifted by morality and the others lifted the morality where ever they want it to be standed for.
The architecture that represented the bigger cause, covered by stones and entertainment.
The art and colors became expensive theraphy but nothing more.
The views of the cities's histories are just there, slipping under the exhaustion.
They created new figures that could lead them to what they call freedom as they became a mixture of all nations' will, against anything moral.
They lost the sense of being watched and destroyed by the time, just because they've become the victims of themselves.
So the source of soul, the body, went for sale.
