Quoting AlphaF: "....... In escalating discomfort, Abed turned to his friend only to find him this time making huge holes in the napkin with his fountain pen.
"What the hell are you doing now?"
"I am putting the dots of my name back to their places," groaned the other guy, peering desolately at the cobalt ink
spots spinning upon the letters of his name, each dot dissolving softly on the napkin, getting bigger as it disintegrated, as if to prove that one way of becoming more visible to the eyes of others in this life was to get as far as possible from your innermost seed: . . . .
When you leave your homeland behind, they say, you have to renounce at least one part of you. If that was the case, Ömer knew exactly what he had left behind: his dots!
Back in Turkey, he used to be ÖMER ÖZSİPAHİOĞLU.
Here in America, he had become an OMAR OZSIPAHIOGLU.
His dots were excluded for him to be better included...."
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