It was in the darknees when we reached Ayše Kadin Hamami. Istanbul in February is like a dog with no asylum against the biting winds and solitude. In despair we were knocking agains the wooden doors in the lain. No reply, no trace of light through the silent window panes. The taxi driver was staying right here and attending our two suit-cases, full of compassion. It couldn't last for long. The doors swung open, he appeared in a doorway. Richy was him name. He was Jim Carrey and Sacha Baron Cohen in one person. Well, more like Cohen, I resume. Disarmingly cheerful, waving his arms in artistic way, dancing, singing, telling stories simultaneously. We were burst into with the warm wave of his hospitality. Well, we would live it up, I was thinking to myself. The Istanbul adventures started.