When I read Pamuk’s novel “The Museum of Innocence” in 2010, I felt a surprising joy. The narrative of the work is dense, bright and sad. It not only talks about love, but also talks about what an ideal person looks like. I wrote a review about this at that time, called “When Will Great Writers Start Talking About Love”. In 2012, I learned that Pamuk had actually built a “Museum of Innocence”, which I found very interesting. He had materialized literature, and Istanbul became a place I clearly wanted to visit. 　　In short, I came to visit the Museum of Innocence with mixed emotions as I had a good…