the last crown prince of the Ottoman Empire.

 In "Changing the World of Ishi-hyung," Istanbul Airport was buzzing with quiet excitement that day in the spring of 1992. It is the day exactly 70 years after Orhan, the last prince of the Ottoman Turks Empire, was expelled by the military regime. The 14-year-old immature crown prince, who left because he thought he was traveling for a while, has now returned to the ordinary village of 84. When the airplane door opened, he looked up at the sky of his country again and again and slowly came down the trap. Then he lay down and kissed the ground, and sat down and cried endlessly. There must have been mixed feelings. Seventy years of long and rough wandering, have not we endured only for this moment? I didn't even get married. The seeds of tragedy came from the belief that it should end in one's own generation. The fate of the great Ottoman Empire would not have ended so horribly, even if his father and grandfather were good at governing the country. and that the people would not have to suffer. He has lived his whole life with atonement. I spent days of torture driving taxis, warehousekeepers, and wandering around the world. My only wish was to step on the land of my country once before I died. However, due to the shackles that he should not return home within 50 years, he had no choice but to wait for time. It was not long before the ban was lifted. However, his earnest petition for returning home was not accepted because he was worried about what would happen. Then, finally, today, when the rest of my life was over, I finally got permission. The powerful emperor, who will command the great empire, has returned as a shabby old man, so the hearts of the people watching must have been mixed up. After a while, he shed tears and returned to his old house, Dolmabakhche Palace. It is a super-luxury palace built in vanity that reconstructs the majesty of the slowly sloping old empire, a palace that forms a play of splendor and luxury. Unfortunately, this hastened the destruction of the great empire. It is now used as a museum, but if you look here, you will realize the fate of this empire that must be destroyed. The Crown Prince bought the ticket at the main gate without any old movies or polite reception of the guards. In the garden where he ran around, the playroom still has a hoop and a bicycle. He would sometimes close his eyes as if he were lost in recollection while touching his golden bed. Looking around the old house, he said he wanted to walk across a bridge in the Bosphorus Strait. What made you think that? Was it because he wanted to cross the bridge connecting the East and the West to reflect on the movie of the Great Empire? He slowly begins to cross the bridge exclusively for vehicles, leading the old man. Looking left and right at the Mediterranean Sea and the Black Sea, and crossing the East and West, I did not intend to wipe away tears flowing like a river. Like the end of the old empire, the sun had already lost its light in the dense fog. I couldn't even see more because I couldn't see. I stumbled across the long bridge. Well, now I have to go. His steps to return to exile were very heavy and regrettable. The Turkish people who watched this scene seemed to be overwhelmed with indescribable complexity. There are so many Turks. The imperial disposition of tolerance and inclusion is still in the vein. You couldn't bear to see it any more. The people blocked the return of the last aged crown prince. "Please live with us here." It's a sincere plea. But he shook his head without hesitation for a moment. "I want to live here," It's an unforgettable home country...But I'm not qualified to live here. I've never paid any taxes to Turkey." This is also the story of me writing a long story about the crown prince of another country. He was modest. And he is severely scolding himself for failing to fulfill his responsibilities as an ordinary citizen. He finally returned to England. Shortly after that, he ends his life in a 17-pyeong apartment, lonely and blue. How can a man who has never paid any taxes deserve to live in this land? He was determined. Indeed, the spirit of the crown prince of the great empire is alive. Tax evasion? Our society is now eating up even the blood and sweat of taxpayers' money as if it were blind money. How many people are eligible to live in this land at retirement age? I'm asking because I'm so sorry and frustrated. Dolmabakhche Palace: The second palace of the Ottoman Empire, most of which was burned down by a large fire in 1814 and rebuilt as a stone palace between 1843 and 1856 by Abdulmazid, the 31st Sultan. If you look at the walls on all sides, where numerous used goods and vivid colors from Europe remain intact, you can feel the height of luxurious life and splendor. The palace is divided into three parts, with a public building where politics and administration took place and a hall with a throne in the middle, and a Harem next to the hall. The palace has more than 250 rooms and 43 halls, and each room's interior decoration is decorated in a different atmosphere. The crystal chandelier, suspended in an open hall, is a tribute from Queen Victoria of England, weighing 4.5 tons and lit 750 candle champs lit. It is said that 14 tons of gold and 40 tons of silver were used to decorate each room of the palace, which is an enormous amount even in terms of the current monetary value. In fact, this palace was built as a super-luxury plate imitating the Palace of Versailles in France on Bosphorus Beach with the aim of westernization and national power renewal at a time when the Ottoman Empire was weakening rapidly. Therefore, as a result, enormous construction costs made the royal palace finances difficult and eventually led to the fall of the Ottoman Empire. The clock in the palace says 9:05 to commemorate Ataturk, the first president of the country, who used it as his official residence after the establishment of the republic, but died in office on November 10, 1938.