Umut metió su nariz en malos asuntos

mut had always been curious—too curious, some would say. In his neighborhood, he was known as the guy who couldn’t resist overhearing conversations, poking around in other people’s problems, or asking questions that no one wanted to answer. One evening, as the sun slipped behind the rooftops, Umut noticed two men arguing outside a closed shop. Their voices were low, but their gestures sharp and nervous. Instead of walking past like everyone else, Umut slowed down. He leaned against the wall, pretending to check his phone, but really listening.