Salih was looking to the mulberries, and the mulberries were blinking to Ahmet the vendor, while the vendor was looking after Salih.
"A half kilo," he said.
The vendor plunged the scoop into the mulberry crate. The scoop dove into the crate according to the person; Salih was a tea server in Soysal Passage. Mr. Fuat, was he? He worked as a clerk at the Ministry of Finance. When the scoop saw Mr. Fuat, it would dive deeper and deeper; one crate wasn’t enough, it would leap to other crates like an acrobat. Last year, during the 2005 Summer Olympics, the scoop won a silver medal; when it saw Salih, it would become like a paralyzed, Alzheimer’s-afflicted old woman. At such times, the vendor Ahmet would remember his mother who had passed away the previous month.
"Thirty bills," he said.
Salih took out the lottery coupon from his pocket, counted the thirty bills stuck in it, and handed them over.
"Sorry for your loss, Ahmet" he said.
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