Life in Galatas

Slow..

Walked from galatas back to the villa.

Sadly on the way..there was frantic mewing from a plastic bag on the side of the road.
I opened the bag..three tiny ginger and white kittens clawed at me for help..
It breaks my heart.
These poor things had barely open eyes..they were in a particularly rough state.. but I hoped mumma might return.
I put them in a similar place..a little further away from the road/dumpster and have continually beaten myself up since that I can do no more for them.
Life sucks sometimes. .