21:55 in Shibuya

21:55 in Shibuya, late-night cravings for a proper meal. The sisters follow the Turkish Kebab sign outside and find themselves in a corridor. The owner, named Ali, greets them with a smile. An unfortunate exchange with the Uzbek waiter reveals: the tavuk is not a fillet but chicken thigh. Language barriers dissolve into a brief performance, as the sisters agree on the side dish assortment. They thank the waiter in his native tongue and start slurping lentil soup. A series of fragmented conversations begins, about Turkish drama and Cağatay Ulusoy. In Turkish, English, Uzbek and Farsi they agree. There is no need for common language.

They are all insan.