GG Aydin

Kerem Aydin drives a dolmuş along the coast road out of Izmir, a route that reached him with his father's licence, the regulars and an opinion about every shortcut in the city. The van leaves when it fills, so a good part of his day goes on waiting at the stand for the last two seats. That is when he plays. Six matches. Always six, counted, and when the sixth finishes the phone goes into his pocket whether he is three ahead or three behind, and nobody has ever talked him into a seventh. He decides fast because passengers arrive when they arrive. He says almost nothing while it lasts and nothing whatever afterwards.