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For most, these were just acronyms for grueling English proficiency exams in Turkey. For Kerem, they were the walls of a fortress he had decided to storm alone. He wasn't attending a prestigious language school or hiring an expensive private tutor. His journey was defined by two words: (By Oneself). The Quiet Morning Ritual