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- Come on. Come on. -

Come on, Çiço.

Please. I beg you. I beg you.

For the love of God, not now.

Not now. Not ever. Please hang in there.

Please. For God's sake.

Not here, Çiço. Please. Go a bit further. Huh?

Why the heck are you doing this to me?

Why? What have I done wrong?

Is it the engine oil? The gasoline? The LPG? The coolant?

Were you built to drive me mad, damn it? Huh?

Were you built to drive me mad?

Ow!

-No way! -

-Miss, are you okay? -Is the miss okay?

Is she? See if I'm there.

The miss looks okay for someone who just smashed through the rear window of my car.

Oh. Oh.

-Should I open the door? - No, no.

You drive on. Don't be stopping here.

I can't, the car broke down.

Open the door, mister. I can't stay like this! Oh!

Unbelievable.

She bursts through the window, and then yells.

-Oh! - Here. Slowly.

Why the heck did you stop in the middle of the road, man?

Firstly, I didn't stop here to look at the scenery, Miss.

The car broke down. Secondly, let's say I did park here.

This is a huge car. How could you ride straight into it?

I tried to stop.

I did. I hit the brakes, but I couldn't stop.

My brake cable snapped.

Plus, I would have seen you if you had bothered to turn your hazard lights on.

I would have them on if they worked.

The hazard lights on this car don't…

I'm so wound up that I could punch the car.

They don't work, yes. Am I wounded in any way?

Could you please take a look?

I don't know. I can't see a thing.

Come over here in front of the lights.

Here. Turn around.

Show me your hands.

-I'm still in one piece, right? -Do this.

Let me see your face.

Okay, you seem fine. Take that helmet off when you get home and shake your hair.

You might still have glass shards in your hair.

-Will you be able to get back home? -I can get back home.

But I doubt you will in that.

Well, as far as she takes me.

-So, this is it then. I mean… -

Wow, she really has a mind of her own.

-This car is mental. -Literally.

I'm amazed at how spirited you are,

considering you just smashed through a window.

Forgive me. I can't resist when I see a window.

I have to jump right in. I should go find another.

-Really? -Yeah.

Oh, that doesn't look good.

You should probably wait in the car, or you'll get soaked.

Um, hmm, uh…

Since we both had an accident, you could at least tell me your name.

Wow.

So, this is how it happens.

Everything ends just like that in an instant.

So strange.

Who knows. Maybe if I had left home a few minutes later,

or if I'd had the car serviced on time,

or if it had broken down a few kilometers down the road,

none of this would have happened.

But there is something called fate.

And it's all about when and where you are.

ANOTHER YOU

The interesting thing is that this is not the end of my story.

It is the beginning.

That accident happened three years ago, and since then,

I have been waking up each morning somewhere else as someone else.

How, you ask?

Allow me to explain.

Rule one. Accept it.

Do not worry about things beyond your control when you wake up.

Death happens naturally, in its own course.

Death cannot be avoided or postponed.

Isn't that the magic of life?

Knowing that you will die but not knowing when.

Though you have this serene feeling when you know the time has come.

Rule two. Get used to it.

I struggled at first too.

You can't decide whether it is a curse or a blessing.

It's too ruthless to be a curse and too prolonged to be a blessing.

I first try to get a glimpse of what I look like.

That is often the only thing I can figure out.

I die hundreds of times as people I know nothing about.

Who they are. Their likes and dislikes. Their past, their family, their secrets.

What makes them laugh or cry. I think this is a big sacrifice.

Think of me as a butterfly.

I have one day to live, and I'm a different butterfly each time.

Rule three. Enjoy the experience.

Now, I don't want to be unfair.

I don't always wake up to a disaster or catastrophe.

Sometimes everything starts off nicely.

But for some reason, those are always cut short.

No stalling, moron. They're waiting.

And get the bag.

And, I don't know how,

but I can understand the language wherever I wake up.

I've woken up in such beautiful places,

from the lush meadows of Dublin to the Rio Carnival,

from Tibetan temples to a research ship in Antarctica.

But as I mentioned, it ends the same way no matter how nice it all begins.

DON'T SPIT IN THE AIR, OR YOU'LL GET IT IN YOUR FACE

Take this guy for example. Who knows what he did?

- -

Rule four. Stay strong.

You know that legendary line in the Rocky movie.

"You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life," says Rocky.

They did hit me hard.

But what Rocky says right after

-tells it all. -

"But it ain't about how hard you hit.

It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward."

This is what I've been doing for the last three years.

I get on my feet after each hit and move forward.

But something very odd happened

just as I thought this was how it would be for eternity.

This is where the actual story begins.

- -

MEDICINE AWARDS

To my lonely and beautiful country!

Dr. Mümtaz, the winner's name is on the card, sir.

You're the one presenting the award.

I know.

I know.

Haven't you ever watched the Oscars? Presenters make jokes. It's what they do.

As if I--

Yes. Zihni Şener.

-Well done, Zihni. -Thank you. Thank you.

-Here. - Life has a strange way

-of playing games with us. -Where are the restrooms?

-We like to think we've won… -Take a left after the exit.

…not knowing we've already lost.

Sometimes, it's the complete opposite.

A new game started for me on the night of that accident.

For the last three years,

I have been waking up somewhere else each morning as someone different.

My sincere thanks to everyone who saw me worthy of this award.

-I wish a pleasant evening to everyone. - Let's see who this lady is.

Oh, nice.

A pretty lady.

This will work.

-ID… Any ID in here? Yes. - Congratulations to Mr. Zihni.

-I would now like to… -Derya Tümen.

Please give it up as I call Dr. İsmail Kayış onto the stage.

Hello, everyone.

- -I would like to thank everyone

who saw me worthy of this award.

A special thanks goes out to my team.

Thank you, and good night.

Our sincere thanks to Mr. İsmail.

-And now… -Are you a doctor?

Um, sorry?

-I'm a doctor. -Ah.

I wonder what kind of a doctor I am.

I hope you all enjoy your evening.

Amazing hair, though.

Hair?

-Do you think I'm thinning on the sides? -

Excuse me, is it possible we met previously?

I feel like I know you.

You know what? I had the same feeling.

I feel like I know you from somewhere since I saw you tonight.

Do you come here often?

Well, once a year.

You know, maybe again in 2026.

- -Ha. Good one.

Good.

-Derya. -Mümtaz.

-Pleased to meet you. -Me, too.

What's your specialty, Doctor?

No need to talk about specialties right now, Doctor.

Yeah, it's such a pointless topic. It's not worth talking about.

Health?

No. That is not what I meant--

I'm only kidding, Mr. Mümtaz.

Should we drop Mümtaz?

So, I call you mister?

-Let's drop mister. Mümtaz is enough. -Dropped the mister. Much better.

Oh, My Last Wish.

What is your last wish?

No. My Last Wish is the name of the song.

"If only they asked me what my last wish was."

Well, here they are to ask you. What is your last wish?

No. My Last Wish is the name of the song.

Your last wish is a song?

-My Last Wish is a song. -Which one will it be?

"If only they asked me what my last wish was."

I've never heard of a song called My Last Wish.

-That song is not my last wish anyway. -So whose wish is it then, huh?

If only they asked me what my last wish was.