Atalay's place has a lot of charm. It is a loft with view on both sides and has some bohémien feel. You reach it by a spiral stair at the fourth floor. All the places in the area are old buildings without lift. The hallmark of Atalay's apartment is neglect. It is a little dirty. The bathrooms are two, one as soon as you enter on the left, with a sink and a toilet. One in the bedroom with a sink and a shower. This one can be used briefly, as the stench is too strong, one has to hold the breath or keep it to a minimum. The lights everywhere are dim, especially in the kitchen and missing in the dining room. In the parlor a little stronger, with 3 floor lamps. Another feature of the kitchen is a defective burner. In order to turn on the burner a cap must be added on top of the pipe where the gas escapes. A portable stove out of order kept on the fridge has the part missing from the one in use. With the cap on the burner, the gas ignites. It doesn't stay on, it turns out as soon as the user stops pressing on the knob. The workaround is to place a heavy object on the knob. It will apply pressure enough to keep the fire on. There was no detergent for the washing machine. The liquid soap to wash the hands was so diluted, that it took 4 washing cycles to produce some foam (I had greasy hands from working on the gears of a bicycle). The internet works well. The bed is not very comfortable and a sleeper like me, unaccustomed to comforters, doesn't know how to dissipate all the heat that the comforter traps on the body. Sleeping with the sheet only was not ideal, as the environment was not warm enough. A blanket should be provided. I did not ask since I arrived after midnight and the second and last day I was so happy to be close to leaving the apartment that the discomfort paled or disappeared. Atalay tried to encourage me to leave before check-out time to reserve more time to the house cleaning. I did not humor his request.