I was fortunate to get a copy translated into English. 
It remains though, a Turkish comic in style, its City setting and atmosphere. The drawings are clear and full of vivid colour and explicit detail that brings an additional dimension to this passionate tale.
I love this story concept of sharing accounts of conversations and confessions within the confines of a cab journey, especially during the graveyard shift.
What better story to give traction to this serious than an old gentleman reminiscing about the fire of youthful love and its barely controllable emotion. It was a cosmopolitan world, with warm nights and sultury moods where young people partied and expressed their feelings openly and without reservation. Into that setting comes an attractive artist who turns the guy's world upside down and he spares no blushes in recounting their relationship, both its highs and lows.
Such an encounter has never left this man even into old age and it becomes real in his retelling and with the advantage of graphic novels through the graphic artwork.

The introduction here states that every country seems to adapt the graphic novel form to its own tastes, needs and suchlike.  Well, on this scant evidence Turkey has adapted it for pretty but bland, derivative and dated male wish fulfilment.  We're welcomed to a city cabby's car for the night, with the driver giving us a wholly unconvincing monologue, before he remembers a fare he once had, an older codger who regales us all with a tale of a lovely floozy from Paris he knocked about with a bit.  The knocking about is so inconsequential, offering nothing new to anything or anyone, that all we're left with is the talent of the artist.  And yes, he can draw a lovely girlish face, and sexy women, but haven't we moved on from that since Sin City days?  I'm not exactly the world's greatest #metoo activist, but even I can see that here the gaze is uniquely male, women are pandering to male desires and nothing else, and this book offers nothing to half the readership.  What it offers the rest is rich in design and detail, but as I say is purely for titillation and quite anathema to modern, non-Turkish sensibilities.  Lovely boobs, sure – but this is a boob of the other sense, that of being a mistake.

A book that is certainly not made for me. I am appreciate the art and story of the dream that a person has though I am not sure about the entire story but the story is very mature and that should be mentioned!