This play was written on the road.

On the paths of fairy tales, literature, poetry, culture, markets, conversations, neighborhoods, shops, taverns, coffee houses, the streets and parks of Istanbul; womanhood, manhood, adolescence, childhood, early youth, old age, deprivation, longing, pride, joy.
It stopped at many stations. It stayed at some for a long time, took a short break at others:
It threw itself into the fire at "Heavy Novel,"
It drank water at "The Black Book,"
It breathed its air at "The God of Others," and kissed the hands of "Orchids in a Fireplace."
It received their blessings. It continued on its way. It visited poets and greeted them.
A poignant melody of an Eastern fairy tale in its ear... It hummed. A pianist-singer guided it on its journey. "Welcome," it said at every stop.
It resembled a magical chaos that could only be seen in amusement parks, a chaos from which we could not take our eyes off. He walked and walked, over hills and valleys.
He arrived home.
Home was where you returned. He didn't return in vain.

Sıla Erkan's "Tebdil-i Mekan" (Changing Places), the second and final play in her "situation-place-time" trilogy, is on stage.
Four people living in a tavern are joined by a young man who, angry at his father, runs away from home following his stepmother.
This gang of five walks, drives, and runs through the streets and parks of Istanbul for a night, trying to reach that house.

"There's a house far away."