My amateurish translation of an excerpt from “The Atlas of Misty Continents” by Ihsan Oktay Anar

Antoine Ignace Melling

The day had long begun in Galata. The streets were filled with the saw-squeaks of the shipwrights, the rattles and clangs of the blacksmiths and pump workers, the yells of stallholders extolling their goods…

Mali Akmanalp

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