As our time steadily dwindled, we entered the final tunnel, the YouTube tunnel, without taking a single break. Screens were absolutely everywhere; from the surrounding walls to the very ground we walked on, videos were playing without a single millimeter of empty space.
We were completely surrounded by YouTube Turkey content. I told myself not to look, I tried to turn my head away, but it was impossible. It took about a hundred paces, and my brain had turned to mush by the time we got past those screens flashing like a cheap nightclub's neon sign.
"What the hell is this? My head is pounding!"
Sukrucuk collapsed right where he stood. Our tank, who had stood tall and never bowed to the toughest of badasses, was completely wiped out.
"Big Brother, get up!"
"How am I supposed to get up? Give me two minutes to get my head straight!"
