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.