On screen, the chicken was absurdly heroic. It strutted through alleys and over rooftops as if it were the town’s unofficial mayor, shaking loose secrets from under shutters and coaxing confessions out of the shy. Kazım’s voice — warm, dry — narrated small revelations: a secret recipe unearthed in a pantry, a letter discovered tucked in a piano bench, a quarrel settled by the way the bird chose a side to cross. Neighbors watching shouted advice and laughed at the bird’s audacity; their faces lit by the TV’s pale glow.