Today, I stand in a place I once only dreamed of—Göbeklitepe, in Southern Turkey, near the Syrian border feeling pensive. My dad always believed there was so much more to our history than what’s written, that our story stretches back further than we can imagine. This was the place he spoke of so often, a place he longed to see with his own eyes.
Well, Dad, I made it here—for you. And I felt you with me, just as I did that sunset in Brazil when you left us. I miss our deep conversations, the kind that others might dismiss as wild, but to us, they were everything. Being here, seeing this place, I believe in it all even more.
I miss you, Tata, with all my heart.