Anna of Berlin, a transparent beauty as to soul, a gorgeous smile and aura, who can open herself to a stranger just after being bothered by another stranger. Green tea coffe house, Siddharta and Hesse...Anna turns on the lamps of the streets of Berlin by a gentle kick at the pole. I am eyewittness. As she says "Girls of Berlin are independent." As I say "Men of Turkey are always in love." After making myself the embarrased man by deciphering the potential plan of going to bed with her and leave her, as I was a tourist, I've been left unarmed. Still her generosity gave me the most tender kiss on my cheek before parting that night, in front of her house whom she shared with Vico, who was sort of sad when she told 'Anna is not at home' on my phone call. I simply dropped her telephone number in a post office after an exiciting, beautiful talk with her, two months later, three thousand kilometer away. It was a reconnection, full of hope for love. Alas. Lost in a lost world.