We landed at Gallipoli on the Titanic 2.0. I strutted over to the exit, snatched my bag from the Porter and walked outside. As I walked out I didn’t even dare to look at the view. I looked up at the mountain that was bearing the staircase and without hesitation I started running up it. It didn’t take me long to get to the top because I was a natural runner. I got to the top and turned around. When I turned around, it felt like my soul was drifting away. There by the water was my dead, frozen grandfather.