Out of the 10 years I lived in Istanbul from 2004 to 2014, I stayed 8 years in various flats and bedsits in a bohemian hip neigbourhood called Cihangir. Well, that's not quite true: I was actually living in the poorer part of it, Firuzaga, which at the time was not yet gentrified. The trendy coffee places hadn't started creeping in yet, but everybody living in Firuzaga would say "I live in Cihangir" for simplicity and effect.
I went to see him a couple of times afterwards, to have some clothes mended (a leather jacket that gave him some trouble, a pair of trousers) and then I didn't go for a while as I had moved a bit further from this neighbourhood.
At some point in Summer 2014, I asked the shopkeepers opposite why his shop was closed and was shocked to learn that Erol Bey had died a couple of months before.
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