Ankara brings eyes, which know how to reveal the hidden, to beauty… Blind streets, a wide terrace, an ornamented wall; they appear with a sudden, make people smile. Most of the time, those revealed beauties have a history left behind. The house of a national leader, an old garden of an embassy, a ball room where many projects was embarked on.

In Anatolia, love happens at a snail’s pace, summer is as arid as a desert. The reason behind hiding the loved one in the darkness of nights is a tendency for a lover. It is the chance that for the lover that a gentle breeze somehow sweeps down to the window. Whatever that could not be told before, is whispered slowly through the breeze at that night.

It remembers some people of a never-ending journey to the emptiness and evokes to achieve the enlightenment for others. Once upon a time, this black craft was called as mining and this city as the capital of labor in Turkey's western Black Sea shores.