1. Moon-water and the moon
Here, at the End of the World, the end of her world, a woman disappeared. She hid in her library, then she slipped through the pages of a book and then she wasn’t there at all. Later a shadow appeared, two thousand miles away from the Metropolis, in a dead-end street, in the Occupied Zone, in the legally unrecognised territories, the streets left unnamed on the maps of the legal Republic. No longer a woman, now only a shadow, a rumour reflected in a well, they only saw her at night, walking the tangled back streets of the old Turkish mahalle. This shadow, the ghost that appears at night, is Moon-water. Her mother looked into her slate grey eyes and called her Aysu. Moon. Water.