Chesapeake Bay, Dreaming Bosphorus

I'm in the train, reading a novel written by Orhan Pamuk. I'm tired, sometimes closing my eyes, imagining Bosphorus and Istanbul. I've never been there. Day's light is vanishing. The train is just passing on a bridge over some part of Chesapeake Bay. A place where God seems to reveal His Face.

How would sound a book about the Bay, if written by Pamuk?










(Washington, District of Columbia)

(Pamuk)