At the bottom of the gulf, where factory chimneys stand shoulder to shoulder with the shoreline, is exactly where the question 'what should we do' gets born. Walk the boardwalk, sit at the kordon, and somehow you're back in the center again, no closer to a decision. An evening as sweet and as tangled as pişmaniye is waiting for you. Roll the dice before the gulf wind scrambles your head any further — the rest sorts itself out.