Ali works at the market after school. He always wants money for film. He takes photos of the people at the market, too.
Early one Saturday morning, he sees some young children on a bridge. They have big, unhappy eyes and they are fishing. Ali takes a photo of them.
He goes to Selim’s flat, in the old city, and he shows Selim the photo of the children on the bridge. Selim looks at it for a long time.
‘Yes,’ he says.’ You’re learning quickly!’
‘You’re very good to me, Mr Selim. You’re my teacher.’
‘I like teaching you. You’re a son to me,’ Selim says.
One day, Ali sees Mrs Yildiz again, but he walks away quickly. He does not want to see her.
‘Ali, Ali! Why are you running away?’ she asks.
Ali stops. I’m not very clever,’ he says. ‘Did Yusuf tell you?’
He tells her about that day in Yusuf’s office at the newspaper. ‘I’m sorry now;’ he says.
‘What are you talking about?’ Mrs Yildiz says. ‘Don’t you know? One of your photos is in the newspaper today!’
‘My photo? In the newspaper? Which photo?’
‘There are two children on a bridge. They’re catching a big fish.’
‘Oh, Mrs Yildiz, I’m very happy,’ Ali says, and he laughs happily. ‘Can I carry your bags for you now?’