Dear Ertyaas, Your butterflies are not leaving me anywhere in the world. They start flying from the books of Gabo, they show themselves in the museums of your city, and now this time this single one appears in this first shelf of Masoomiyet Muzesi, the house of Kemal where he is collecting all the objects that reminded him of her beloved Fusun. I was standing in front of this shelf carrying the ear-ring of Fuson’s in the form of this tiny little butterfly about to fly into the unknown, and i was thinking of you….. Orhan Pamuk who built this museum of innocence in downtown Istanbul once said that, “If…