The first days of October. The sun rising over the brown-tiled houses that looked like they had been stacked on top of each other and then toppled over, was like a lethargic servant waking people up reluctantly for a new day. as if. The sunlight touching the roofs of the houses now reveals all the flaws. The day is afraid of the night, and the night is afraid of the day; because it does not last long and they constantly reveal each other's secrets... 

These days, Çinçin is almost non-existent. Not as a piece of land, of course; but with the people who lived there leaving it, leaving it abandoned. What a huge pile of rubble is left now. The remaining large area is almost skyscraper-style housing estates as far as the eye can see… Despite such a large construction site, there is no sign of life. My heart truly aches. Would you like to hear from me about this neighborhood where thousands of people live but there is no sound? 'Çinçin' and 'silence' are words from two different worlds that cannot come together! So let's start from the beginning…