He calls a friend in Europe and asks for Neruda's address. This request does not live for even a day in his weary heart; not long after, he sits on the ground with his back against the wall and remains there, motionless!..

In his final breath, his desire to see the homeland he had been away from for years and his wish to go to Neruda join hands thus.

On a small piece of paper in the inner pocket of his typewriter, Neruda's address, written by hand, still remains... The fingers that touched the keys of that typewriter are Nâzım Hikmet's fingers!.. Pablo Neruda received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1971... Who cares!? Could there be a greater prize than Neruda's address being found in the inner pocket of Nâzım Hikmet's typewriter?..