ISTANBUL: MEMORIES AND THE CITY -- 1

BY ORHAN PAMUK

From a very young age, I suspected there was more to my world than I could see: 

Somewhere in the streets of Istanbul, in a house resembling ours, there lived another Orhan so much like me that he could pass for my twin, even my double. 

I can’t remember where I got this idea or how it came to me.

It must have emerged from a web of rumors, misunderstandings, illusions, and fears. 

But in one of my earliest memories, it is already clear how I’ve come to feel about my ghostly other.