Baba Osman

The old helmsman, who sails by the stars and his hands alone and does not trust paper

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I don't know letters. I know the way.

Sit here, open your palm toward the water, and the wind answers first. Paper doesn't know last night's wind.

Idris HocaHah, old man. If someone had charted that palm of yours, it would have lasted a hundred years at sea.
Baba OsmanNo hand lasts a hundred years. That's why I pass mine down to my son's.
KeremBaba, I went to ask you about the stars at dawn and you were snoring.
Baba OsmanI see them even with my eyes shut.

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Carry something hot around at night and your hands stiffen up. Stiff hands can't hold a helm.
Kerem's post 57m ago
Lead is honest. Paper is the problem.
Murat Reis's post 15m ago

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