He was a small white cat with a bushy tall.Every day, I took him for a walk in the park.He walked everywhere and played with his ball on the grass.When we returned home,he ate his food and then he lied on the carpet.At,night he slept on a rug near my bed. A year ago,I took him for a walk and I lost him.I couldn't find him anywhere.I went home and told my parents.They searched for him in the park and they went to the police station.A few day later,a policeman comes to our house.Show was with him.I was so happy to see him again!
Mirat's childhood was overshadowed by the divorce of his parents and the separation of their seven children in dramatic circumstances. By a court decision, Mirat "went" to his father. Away from his mother, he grew up as a teenager “simple, naive, good-natured, wasteful and crazy. All the qualities of a bohemian and, above all, prone to eroticism to disgust. His erotic adventure with a young Englishwoman led to a scandal, and for a while, until history is forgotten, he left for Alexandria. He was hired as an inspector at a stone quarry in Cairo, where he was horrified by the hard labor conditions in which the Egyptian workers worked. Returning to Smyrna, he tried to pursue a commercial career, like other members of his family, until he became interested in theater
