Sonar Kurtgle poured his heart and soul into a small bazaar on the backstreets of Richmond, Melbourne. Now he has left and has been caught by a malicious virus.
My job is like a mercury saucer.
To beat Soner Kurtoglu to Bridge Road, he had to be up early in Richmond. At the dark or rosy dawn of winter, he was there, stacking on bread trays, pushing out orange and banana carts, and at the street downy end, a single-front Ni-between a suit concierge and a blessed vision. Wedding wear that illuminates the Sa delicatessen.
Place of originThe life and death of a shopkeeper