Today I started translating my third satirical novel, Errorist, into English, and I am sharing the first sentence. There is flour, sugar, oil, but no halva! If I can find a foreign publishing house, my path will open up, I can get a permanent settlement visa, and I can be showered with money. Sure, it would be enough if I lived on a deserted island, ate my fill, read, wrote, and exercised constantly, but my cells are bursting with talent, I am doomed to be rich, and I can have a great career among smart people. Clear the left lane, Şenol Onay is coming!💪👏👇