It was not the storm itself that stayed with me.
It was what remained moving inside it.
A few weeks ago, Ankara was struck by a violent downpour that turned streets into blurred corridors of water and wind. People did what people always do when the weather becomes louder than the city: they withdrew. Shopfronts disappeared behind shutters. Traffic dissolved into confusion. The city, for a moment, seemed to forget its own structure.
And yet, in that brief collapse of routine, I saw something else.
A small group of delivery workers continued walking.
