Beyoğlu was indispensable for literary my father Orhan Kemal, too, not only because of the places he paced observing the people and events he made immortal in his Works, but also because of his never-returned claims from Yeşilçam, the centre of Turkish film industry. He always carried to us the crowd on the pavements of Istiklal Street, their rush to work, in short whole Beyoğlu, in his novels and short stories. But now the cars have gone, the street looks like an ancient harbour whose ships had long vanished, living only in people’s memories and between the dust-yellow pages of boks. It is our greatest benefit that we have such a writer who presented Beyoğlu to us in his novels and stories, reviving our emotions. Beyoğlu was important for him and now it returns this favour by hosting a museum dedicated to him in Cihangir. It is one of the earnest wishes of his admirers and myself that Orhan Kemal Museum lives a long life in Beyoğlu.