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The Red-Haired Woman Orhan Pamuk    I had wanted to be a writer. But after the events I am about to describe, I studied engineering geology and became a building contractor.     I felt as if every star was a thought, a moment, a fact, a memory of mine. You could see them together, but it was impossible to conceive of them all at once. It was the same way the words in my head couldn't keep up with my dreams. My emotions moved too far for words to do them justice.     Emotions, then, were more like pictures, like the gleaming sky before me. I could feel the whole of creation, but it was harder to think about. That was why I wanted to be a writer. I would contemplate all the images and emotions I couldn't express and finally put them into words.     Sometime after midnight I woke up with a start. Master Mahmut wasn't in the tent. I walked warily into the black night. It seemed the whole world was empty, and I was the last living thing ...