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“C'è sempre qualcosa di triste nei tram, forse perché sono come le nostre vite: appaiono dal nulla e scompaiono nell'orizzonte della folla.”

Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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