Once upon a time there was a lady in the middle of 20’s, living in a very beautiful city called Padova. She was passionate about writing poems and stories on every beautiful thing she saw.
One day while she was daydreaming near the river, listening the birds, and looking water passing through, a man who has red hat on head closed to her and began to speak:
“Hi Dear young lady, sorry for disturbing. I am Dante.”
“Ooh” she said: “I know you, I did not know that you are living in here.
“Dante smiled gently with his eyes and looked the paper the girl holding in the hand. “May I please look at it?” The girl was excited and could just only say:”hıhı”. He took the paper and read one of the poem she wrote and then took the paper down smiling softly and said:
“My young lady, I see that you are very talented and obvious that you have a power on the words. But…” he said with hesitating: “I have something to tell you. Listen very carefully.”
The girl was shocked and looked in his eyes without moving and could only say:”hıhı”
Dante smiled gently with taking of his red hat and he said:
“Do not be afraid dear lady, but you should go any other land to spread your inspire. Before it, I have to erase your memory.”
He went on without letting her speak. “But I promise you, wherever you go, your imagination and power will stay with you. Do not forget it and take this”
He took out of something from his hat and put it in girl’s hand. There was nothing but cloud of dust.
The young lady found herself with a paper in a place listening to the birds of Bosphorus in Istanbul. She could smell of the sea. She could feel that the wind was touching her skin gently. With the waves her lips tasted salt of the sea. She closed her eyes to feel it better, draw in the weather. The wind blowed so strong that the waves lashed and the paper was dragged to the sea. After a while the wind was quiet again. When silence speaks something was falling down slowly from the sky. The young lady smiled and opened her eyes.The soft white feather was in her hands.