Doğan’s lifeless body bumped into one of Istanbul’s many small docks. He had no ID on him. There were bruises and nibbles from bream, mackerel, and bluefish; in the water’s rage, the body had quickly begun to rot, and plastic bags and seaweed were wrapped around it. Fishermen, believing at first they had landed enough food to feed the extended family, reeled in a nameless son.