Zeynep, my great-grandmother, was a shoemaker during the First World War. For over nine years, her husband was a soldier, and this tiny, resilient woman continued the family business. One day, her husband managed to find his way back to the town. He was a wounded man, never again the same man she had married. Quiet, anxious and restless, the only thing he could do was help his wife make those shoes. And so the shoemaking continued. Nowadays, those local, handmade shoes are purchased as souvenirs by tourists to remember the area known as Gazi Antep. To me, they are reminiscent of my great-grandmother.