While watching the city under the Clock Tower, she went back to years ago by wriggling out of time phenomenon. She joined the crowd listening to Mehmet Akif Ersoy who preached on Friday time in Nasrullah Mosque during the national struggle, and she greeted the owners of the hats exhibited in Mimar Vedat Tek Culture and Art Center. There was a sweet coolness in the dream world of the past of Kastamonu. While sipping her coffee in the garden of the mansion she visited, she greeted people who were passing by the street with a slight smile. There were complexes in the city where you could find hot soup in every hour of the day. She greeted ironworkers, tinman and wood craftsmen while she was joking with the students in Münire Sultan Madrasah. There were hans where passengers were telling the stories of the Silk Road to stay in Kastamonu. She examined the woven cheesecloths and clothes that were sold while wandering in covered bazaars. When she reached the summit of the conquered Kastamonu Castle, she was completing her journey through time. When she opened her eyes, she was again in the cool, sweet air, under the Clock Tower and also in Kastamonu, whose historical texture did not deteriorate.