Schools closed on Thursday. Today the first call: a hall in Semiz, a Saturday in April, 200 guests, "can we move it to June?" Then five calls more. By evening I had no weddings until June, and then not even in June.
The halls refuse to return deposits and cry. The couples cry. My wife looks at me with the look of someone who has married a host.
I am not sad. I am something else. A host without people.
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