tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86707133688635928682024-02-19T10:13:42.800+03:00A Home Was Her Dreamon home, living, leaving and coming backberfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-28721258122019742032012-01-03T00:56:00.001+02:002012-01-03T11:29:22.051+02:002011'in Bendeki Fotografları / The Photos of Year 2011 in Me<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bir arkadasim, 2011'in tum tanidiklari icin kotu bir yil oldugunu soyledi az once telefonda.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Benim arkadaslarimin hepsi icin boyle olmadi. Belki benim icin de.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2011'in en guzel haberleri aramiza yeni katilan bebeklerdi. Atlas, annesinin yıllardir hayal ettigi ismiyle Eylul'de, tanidigim en birbirine bagli ve izlemesi en eglenceli ciftin, beni hic yalniz birakmamis arkadaslarim Can ve Beril'in bebegi olarak dunyaya geldi. Beni en cok etkileyen henuz minicikken gecirdigi ameliyata ve dikislerine ragman kucagimda huzurla durusu oldu. Simdi hayata bol bol disetlerini gostererek guluyor. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Inci ve Serkan, Emre'nin gelisi ile anne-baba ve karı-koca oldular. Emre'nin hastane odasındaki kalabaligi ve o icten ailesi beni o gun cok etkilemisti.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Geldiklerine hala inanamıyorum. Onlar için ördüğüm hırkalara kısa zamanda sığmaz oldular.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bir de hic gormedigim, uzaktan ilk kez varligini ogrendigimde sorumlulugunu hissettigim bir kız çocuğu var. Ona hırka dahi öremedim bu uzaktan ilişkide. Ama ismini hep sevdim.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesb54Owfi5PQ0la3Q2n2yD_0yRYR9SZJ6LuFIigHyOX67uNWUECEjFkGPCMEL35UYRFlXTtV5zqWX4LhdFEBJyVSnrk5zx4vDvTNkMU8rMfms-uh4C32R9cZ2qCjKWq5IhDzFwpC3bWJC/s1600/emre.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesb54Owfi5PQ0la3Q2n2yD_0yRYR9SZJ6LuFIigHyOX67uNWUECEjFkGPCMEL35UYRFlXTtV5zqWX4LhdFEBJyVSnrk5zx4vDvTNkMU8rMfms-uh4C32R9cZ2qCjKWq5IhDzFwpC3bWJC/s640/emre.JPG" width="640" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kayiplar, acilar ve hastaliklar da vardi sevdiklerimde. Eski erkek arkadasim en ait oldugu yakınlarını, onu buyuten annesi, dedesi ve anneannesini bir trafik kazasında kaybetti. Tıpkı uzaktan dunyaya gelisini takip ettigim bebek gibi, uzaktan veda ettim onlara, helallestim. Gecen hafta aldigim bir telefonla evine davet edildim artik ait olmadigim ailenin. Vefat eden annenin evinden bir hatira seçmek icin. Uzaklar ne yakın bazen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bu blogdaki ismi ile H, tanidigim en iyi evlat olarak, cok uzun bir suredir hastalıgiyla mucadele veren annesini hic ama hic birakmadi. 2011 de en etkilendigim resimlerden biri de onu annesiyle son gordugumde, 3 yasinda caresiz bir bebek gibi annesinin hasta ve yorgun bedenine arkadan sarilmis vaziyette hastane yatagindaki resmidir. Dualara inaniyorum ve sadece dua edebiliyorum "kucuk kardes" icin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Saldirilar da oldu. 2011'in en sansayonel haberleri arkadasim Derya'nin hakli ciktigi ve karsi tarafin dolandiriciliktan 4 yil ceza yedigi durusma cikisinda, suclu ve guclu taraf yakinlari tarafindan saldiriya ugramis olmasi, eve gelince yolunan saclari dokulur korkusuyla olayin sokunu dus alarak bile uzerinden atamamasiydi. Bir de Hayrettin'in yabanci bir sehirde otel odasindan calinan esyalari var tabi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ben, bu yil, bir saldiriya ugramadim, ailemden agir bir hastalikla ilgilenmedim. Bu yildan geriye, bende bu sevgiyle orulu o incecik tul kalacak. Inceceik yontemlerle korundum, kollandim, sevildim.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aklimdaki en güzel resimlerden biri doğumgunumden bir gun once bana kosmus hande, oguz, annem ve ablamla, hayatimda zorlanmis oldugum o cok zor yasin doğumgünü pastasiyla olan resmim ve bana getirdikleri o çok değisik ve özel hediye. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hayatima bu yil rengarek, binbir dokuda ve desende kumaslar, kumaslar, kumaslar, fermuarlar girdi. Her hafta kosup yeni gelen mallara bakabilmek icin cumartesi gununu iple cektim. Cogu zaman kahvalti etmeden kosarak gittim. En sade ama en tatli keyfim isim bitince yedigim peynirli gozleme ve cay oldu. Bu keyfi beni ziyarete gelen dikis ilahem Joseffa ve tum sonbahar boyu her hafta biraraya gelip dikis diktigim Derya ile de paylasabildim ara sira. 5 yasindan beri hayalim dikis, bana yeni dostlar kazandirdi. 2011'in en sevdigim resimlerinden biri, halkegitimdeki dikis sinifimdaki ev hanimi ve emekli buyuk ablalarim ve dikis ogretmenime sarilmis oldugum, kursun son gunu bulustugumuz parktaki o fotograf. Emre bebegin ve Atlas'in tum dikis projeleri hala beklese de.. dikiş makinem, radyom, kedilerim ve ben cok mutluyduk geceleri.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">60 yas ustu yepyeni ve beraberliklerinde bambaska bir dunyayi araladigim yeni arkadaslarim oldu gecen yil. Ilkokul arkadaş</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">larımı, çoğ</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">unu cismen hatırlamadan yeniden bulduğum bir yil. Ne farklilasmis hayatlarimiz.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gecen Aralık ayında, Hayrettin'in bilet sponsorlugunda yilbasi gecesi Bahreyn yolculugundan dondugumde aklimdaki en son sey evde yeni bir kediydi. 2011'in en yumusacik ani, 2 aylik yavrunun, ben ucus yorgunlugu ile uzandigim yatagimda onunla ne yapacagimi dusunurken, yanima gelip gogsume dayanip annesinin gogsunden emer gibi havada ellerini yukari asagi iterken, tikali burnunun fisirtisiyla uyuyakaldigi o sahneydi. Pampus kisa surede kendini Thomas'a bile sevdirerek evimizin yeni bireyi oldu. 3'e karsi 1 yasamim cogunlukla komik yine de.. ara da.. eski ust kat komsumuzun zeytinyagi tenekesini yere devirmis yaramaz ogullarina bagirdigi gibi bagirirken buluyorum kendimi. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bu yil benden hep duydugunuz isim Bob oldu. Yaptirimsiz, bagimsiz, zevkli, paylaşımım cok olduğu kisiydi Bob. Hayrettin onu tanımış olduğu ilk 24 saat icinde benimle paylaştığı için onu cok comert buluyorum. Hayatlarımızda hep bir sandalyede orada bir köşede duran, sanki orada yokmus da biz devamli tehdidiyle yasiyormusuz zannettigimiz gerceklere bakma cesareti konusunda bir ilham kaynagi oldu. 2011deki fotograflarimin cogu bu, gercegin tam gobeginde beraber cok gulup cok eglenebildigim renkli adamla oldu. Yazin ciplak ayaklarla ilk ondan dinledigim banjosu elinde, ya da beraber saz caldigi arkadaslariyla kışın onun ördüğü yün çoraplarımızla onu muzikte de buldum ve hayranlıkla dinledim. Yeni örgu dostlari da sundu bana Bob, ve elbette.. kendi kendime debelendigim Yunanca ile ilgili kocaman bir kapı açtı. Bir Karadeniz lokantasında karşılaştığımız Yunanlı dostumuz Nikos ile böylece tanıştık. Ve bu çok özenli mühendisin arkasindaki o grupla: Hava Baba sadece sali aksamlarimiz icin değil, Istanbul'a bakışım icin de cok guzel bir alternatif oldu. Bir kursa basladim ve sadece duydugum, anlamini bilemesem de birinden digerini ayirdetme zevkini yaşadığım Yunanca kelimelerim oldu. Simdilerde kıvrana kıvrana kurduğum yunanca cümlelerim.. Bir sevgiliden geri alinmis bir mülk gibi bu ulke ve dil benim icin. En zevkli resimlerden işte o cok sevdigim ilk yunanca sınıfımla girdigim sinavdan onceki kalbimde o sinav korkusu ve öğrenciliği yeniden tattığım sınıf arkadaslarımla beni birlestiren o güne ait resimler.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">20 yildan uzun suredir görrmediğim şefkatli koynunu anneme benzettiğim Türkçe öğretmenimle yıllar sonra yeniden, yine bir dil bahanesiyle bulusuyor olduk. Hayattan ve herkesten uzak bir masaydi o her hafta bulustugumuz masa. Çok şeyi taşıdı, hayatlarımızdan. Ondan ve benden incecik iplerle baglanmis ağirligi taşıdı. Ayse Hocam bana o kendi lüksünü kendi yaratmış,kendine has dişiliğinde parmakları, ve özlediğim yüzükleriyle osmanlıca yazı çalıştırdı. Hala yazıyı tam olaraksökememiş olsam da bu işe bulaşmis olmak beni cok mutlu ediyor. Yunanca ve Osmanlıca yaşadığı sehrin derinlikleriymiş şimdi hissediyorum. Bol bol o kimsenin gormediği anlasılmaz eski tabelalarda taştan oyulmus yazıları okumaya çalışıyorum.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thalassa.. yunancada sevdiğim kelimelerden biri. Denize gitmeğe cok hak gormemiş olduğum bu yılda, aslinda şimdiye dek hep çamaşır suyu gibi bulduğum "havuz" oldu güzel resimlerimden biri. Bir cok şifremi havuzlu yaptım bir sure. Havuzda bir gun, sarhoş bir gün, bir sabah bir gun.. Güzel ve hafif günler oldu çamasir suyuyla yıkanmış, sıradan günlerden, herkesten steril tutulmuş.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Belki annemin anlattığı gibi salaklıkla ve çok basit, belki yazılanlar gibi anlaşılamaz, güzel ve karmaşık, o şeffaf kanatlar geçti ben hazir olunca bedenimden. Hayat guzeldi. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Annem.. annem. Bu yıl en cok.. annem.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bu yil malum, iş görüşmeleri ile sıkıntılı geçmiş gibi görünse de şimdi baktığımda bir daha fırsatını yakalayamayacağım, cok uzun zamandir gönlümden geçen yazi ile ilgili isleri de yapmis oldum. Buyuleyici bir kadinla tanistim bir is gorusmesinde. Bir yazar oldugunu bilmiyordum. Prensip sahibi ve onun kadar ilginc ortagi ile yaptigimiz gorusme sonucunda isleriyle ilgili tek kelime bilmememe ragmen beni ise aldilar. Bu macera 3 hafta kadar kisa sürdüyse de gördüğüm en ilginç ve sevimli is ortakligi kalacak aklimda. Bir de tabi o uçak hangarı ve hep yakınında olmak istediğim dev uçaklar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ama yine.. en çok... o kelimelerle nakşedilmis o güzel dünya: çeviri. Hele Bob'dan gelen o muzik albümleri ile ilgili nefis metinler</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hicbirseyle degil, universite 2'den beri kimseden para almamis, kendi hayatimi kendim finanse etmis olusumla gurur duyardim sessizce. Bir arkadasim bu duvari yikmak icin olmus olabilecegini soyluyor yasadiklarimin. Hakli olabilir. Ben kabul etmeyi ogrendim bu yil. Cuzdanıma gizli konmus paralari. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yilin son gunlerinde bir iş teklifi aldim ve ilk o en yakinimdakilerle paylasmadan once, annemi ve ablami aradim. Cok uzun zamandir bir mesafede birbirimizi üfleyerek yediğimiz ablamın telefondaki sevincinde, özledigim o eski "abla"mı buldum: benim icin ve hep orada ve benden buyuk yol gosterici. Çocukken annemin plaklarini gizlice dinleme sucunda cesaretlendirici lider kişilik, cocukluk hayatimi anlamaya çalışırken varlığımın diğer yarısıi </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Simdi geriye dönüp baktigimda dolu dolu, ne dolu bir yıl olmuş. Çoğu zaman sessiz gunlerimin sukunetinden anlamamisim.</span></div>
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<br /></div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-68678117257544533042011-05-01T23:26:00.000+03:002011-05-01T23:26:06.292+03:00Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecv4nGc57GN4QPH2LZ2nGEXBJwhSYSXhAHRR67A6_D1_SO4_Z-lrIUQbw_nK_7UKhKnGCUsgJpgm6ebhenyKiu1cWuyerF2tbPcKBbB0xCS9YEbqYOdCSK51j7c3dfxrztp6by1N9Qso6/s1600/100_4173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecv4nGc57GN4QPH2LZ2nGEXBJwhSYSXhAHRR67A6_D1_SO4_Z-lrIUQbw_nK_7UKhKnGCUsgJpgm6ebhenyKiu1cWuyerF2tbPcKBbB0xCS9YEbqYOdCSK51j7c3dfxrztp6by1N9Qso6/s640/100_4173.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>"Because the world is round it turns me on <br />
Because the wind is high it blows my mind <br />
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Love is all, love is new <br />
Love is all, love is you <br />
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Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry <br />
Because the sky is blue. "</em><em> </em></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>from Because by Beatles</em></div><br />
Just came across the <a href="http://shesaidthishesaidthat.blogspot.com/">blog</a> of two people in love.<br />
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I knew her as a "little sister" of a classmate" in my early 20s and there she was a collegue in my mid 30s. Elegant, moderate, graceful.. She became the image of model female in me. A charming young woman, no more a little sister.<br />
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I knew him as a manager at work. Serious, a hidden fun, creative, solid. He was very helpful, gave me generous advices in my next job. A bright young man.<br />
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He wrote on their first date " I am 14 years older. Do I really want a relationship again?.. What if I get hurt again?.."<br />
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I found in his words, Love that was mine once with my older lover.<br />
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Oh Love.. Love.. We inhabit you. We are you. We were you and we will be you.<br />
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Oh Love, I will be you again.<br />
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But for now they are Love. So inspiring, so bright, so fearful, so right.<br />
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You are not wrong, who deem<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Yet if hope has flown away</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In a night, or in a day,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In a vision, or in none,</div>Is it therefore the less gone?<br />
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From A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Alan POEberfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-43966465829211707532011-02-09T01:00:00.000+02:002011-02-09T01:00:53.750+02:00A Baby Sleep and Don Quichotte<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvHh3RS-bS8yUDXF3g0V2t9ohOdXpkAe0l4nlQFtF61SKp8QKVmeFmoh01xJiDdst3I5XSzHw3ZMKUfRPJ0RhYlScvHZ87D5_fvVkFxFGxMfxilevPTR5XHDkMvI6DqugDicLoNf5gn2W/s1600/100_3668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvHh3RS-bS8yUDXF3g0V2t9ohOdXpkAe0l4nlQFtF61SKp8QKVmeFmoh01xJiDdst3I5XSzHw3ZMKUfRPJ0RhYlScvHZ87D5_fvVkFxFGxMfxilevPTR5XHDkMvI6DqugDicLoNf5gn2W/s640/100_3668.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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A special day where at the end of 4 months, I could cook at home.<br />
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I have been quiete for a long while. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">1- Me and the cats, we moved to my parents basement flat in October. It took me months to find back the beautiful light on a photo taken.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">2- I have started to go to sewing classes. I knew NOTHING about sewing but I sew a skirt on my first lesson and my second project is a coat (!)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>3- This is our new family member, our baby <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persian_(cat)#Chinchilla">chinchilla</a> cat that Thomas acts like a leopard with and roars most of the time.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4- I dated with my primary school friend. All I remembered from those times, was that he was the only one who wanted to become an astraunot like me and that I liked him. It is good to be given the chance to go back and to see although it does not last long, it was a beautiful fly to try. <br />
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5- I had a chance to visit Arabia again with the precious company of my new knitting friend Bob.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It is good to feel your feet at the end of all the roads. </div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-73241970158586421072010-07-12T02:10:00.001+03:002010-07-12T02:23:30.755+03:00New Moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTr2HNUH-OWge0OBXK3gR7H3bQgL_nShp4cCnkdEEf8L-Af3Yv8LH3bliGdnZhTLelCGn8jZiSKKTIpvPbUrefKPH7i1LHzejQhteRFd5Rp5mLJLn6GS4d0n0tpdHLCg6c58Kh6aVjS3Cl/s1600/100_2642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTr2HNUH-OWge0OBXK3gR7H3bQgL_nShp4cCnkdEEf8L-Af3Yv8LH3bliGdnZhTLelCGn8jZiSKKTIpvPbUrefKPH7i1LHzejQhteRFd5Rp5mLJLn6GS4d0n0tpdHLCg6c58Kh6aVjS3Cl/s640/100_2642.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The new moon tonight<a href="http://banualagoz.blogspot.com/p/yeni-ay-dersi.html"> is told</a> to symbolise "our feelings of Home, safety, our conditionings from childhood, our capability of intimacy. I reread this now in the colorful and lovely <a href="http://banualagoz.blogspot.com/">banualagoz.blogspot.com</a> as I entered home and plugged in my computer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was late for the class(I was there towards the end) but did not miss at least, Banu's special New Moon course of Kundalini Yoga. The affection and the light of Banu embelished the evening. The united force of the participants was heard, their souls together formed this undescribable magnetic field. In my belated first kundalini yoga class, I was between mockery, maze, awe, admiration, peace, purification and lately tears when it came to pour the water behind and receive the new waters of the river.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Two days ago, I decided to stop playing the music I was bored with, embrace my lesson and get ready for the new day and hear the new songs played.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This afternoon, I met Leyla in my sister's new restaurant and was amazed by her energy. Especially her unexpected way of grabbing people passing by. Her energy to catch "now" and her pleasure of tasting the fusillini pasta. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The yoga class ended singing all together May the Long Time Sun; once for the ones we were leaving behind(tears), once for our "now" and third and last one for our wishes:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"May the long time Sun shine upon you,</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>All love surround you</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>And the pure light within you</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Guide your way home."</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I have to leave you behind, you that I wrote posts for, in the hope of creating a body of this absence.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">May the pure light within you, guide your way home, because I couldn't. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have a new day tomorrow. As blue as Leyla's eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I have my arms. My healthy arms.</div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-31816685400337896592010-07-10T17:04:00.000+03:002010-07-10T17:04:55.673+03:00Reading Wars of Alexander in Peace, at Home <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnmiwvtpychyphenhyphencuB_7lfAQ_jBV8u4ZKytgWHH_72R_QCdzAEP2BW8Pj1Lv4rTprtsrR_VxCbpXFug_wUSH8H5eR9_NGJq7L8z3lBqB1W57PRKy4n2pgGwceAJDEkrgLuyKw520LYnLWQV4/s1600/book.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnmiwvtpychyphenhyphencuB_7lfAQ_jBV8u4ZKytgWHH_72R_QCdzAEP2BW8Pj1Lv4rTprtsrR_VxCbpXFug_wUSH8H5eR9_NGJq7L8z3lBqB1W57PRKy4n2pgGwceAJDEkrgLuyKw520LYnLWQV4/s640/book.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Yesterday, I turned off the tv for awhile. I took my books of world history from my library and had a beautiful time reading the Hellenistic wars of Alexander and Persian and had to have some greek coffee.<br />
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This afternoon I went on with my reading upstairs in the bed with the company of Thomas and Chocolate.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I enjoyed the peace in our home while reading about the wars in human history. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The way to read, I copied it from a writer I always felt near: Montaigne. His reading is wondering between his books, with no worries and obligation. It is a pure bliss.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you are as null as I am in history you may be interested in my books:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-History-World-E-Gombrich/dp/0300108834/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1278769834&sr=8-3-spell">A Little History of the World</a> by Ernst GOMBRICH which I love because it is written for young readers and is the opposite of boring</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Toute-Histoire-Du-Monde-Rehistoire/dp/2253118605/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1278770115&sr=1-1">Toute L'Histoire du Monde</a> by Jean Claude BARREAU that enchants you and grabs you from your world and tells a lot about the world history giving the consequences of the story told iin an easy style, as if chatting with a friend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3- The Old Testament, the reading of which has always been like listening to a piece of Bach.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/World-History-Mc-Neill-William/dp/B001KOWLDO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1278770527&sr=1-1">A World History</a> by William H. Mc NEILL.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-15669862868311970252010-07-08T02:56:00.001+03:002010-09-09T13:15:05.190+03:00Hallelujah<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>(Photos courtesy of Banu since I was busy doing other things)</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">J'ai atrrapé le bouquet - I caught the (bucket :))</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alors on danse ! - So we dance !</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I decided about my dress and very dancing shoes for the party listening to my favorite party song this year: Alors On Danse from Stomae (Sorry for not being able to attach he video but still you can <a href="http://www.vidivodo.com/389059/stromae-alors-on-danse">click her</a>e and listen to my song and dance)<br />
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I thought of checking the lyrics in the internet and I got even more connected to the song in the morning of today where I will escape from my mundane troubles of home by dancing. Here is my very amateur translation:<br />
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Who says study, says work / Qui dit etude, dit travail,<br />
(N/A)Qui dit taf te dit les thunes, <br />
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Who says money, says expanses /Qui dit argent dit dépenses, <br />
Who says credit, says beliefs /Qui dit crédit dit créance,<br />
Who says debt, says usher /Qui dit dette te dit huissier,<br />
Yes, says sitting in shit /Oui dit assis dans la merde.<br />
Who says Love, says kids /Qui dit Amour dit les gosses,<br />
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Say allways, and say divorce /Dit toujours et dit divorce.<br />
Who says relatives says the grief 'cause problems don't come alone /Qui dit proches te dis deuils car les problèmes ne viennent pas seul.<br />
Who says crisis, says famine, says the one third of the earth /Qui dit crise te dis monde dit famine dit tiers- monde.<br />
Who says fatigue says wake up still deaf from the eve /Qui dit fatigue dit réveille encore sourd de la veille,<br />
Then one goes out to forget about all troubles /Alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes.<br />
Then one dances /Alors on danse… (X9)<br />
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And there you say that it is over 'cause worse than this would be dying /Et la tu t'dis que c'est fini car pire que ça ce serait la mort.<br />
When you finally think that you managed it, then there is more /Qu'en tu crois enfin que tu t'en sors quand y en a plus et ben y en a encore!<br />
.. /Ecstasy dis problème les problèmes ou bien la musique.<br />
.. /Ca t'prends les trips ca te prends la tête et puis tu prie pour que ça s'arrête.<br />
But this is your body, it is not the skies, then you shut your ears /Mais c'est ton corps c’est pas le ciel alors tu t’bouche plus les oreilles.<br />
And then you scream even louder and it persists /Et là tu cries encore plus fort et ca persiste...<br />
Then you sing /Alors on chanteberfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-10315462648043330072010-07-06T23:59:00.002+03:002010-07-08T03:36:30.046+03:00Bridal FarewellWe think leaving the tradition behind and live as if life came on earth with our existence only, such a unique experience for each. However I always tought that the rituals of old tradition with our own lives touch are always gathering and fun and nice to have activities. I love the cuteness and the eternal nature of them.<br />
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I have posted about hena night before <a href="http://sunny-came-home.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-start-for-new-home-henna-night.html">here</a>. On O's hena night, there was something more : a moving bridal farewell poem by her mother written right after her last belongings were sent to her new home, remembering the tiny hands of her baby-girl , now the bride-to-be.<br />
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"...My dearest baby, my little lamb with hena<br />
While you are starting a new home and a new life<br />
I request our God to help you<br />
May your be full of sunshine, your heart filled with joy.."<br />
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A Bridal Farewell is traditionally cited by the bride's mother on hena night wishing her the best in her new home. <br />
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Here is a photo of the single ladies of the party in their costumes, just before escorting the bride-to-be to the hena ceremony singing the old traditional hena song.<br />
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"Don't let them build homes on high hills<br />
Don't let them send their daughter's away to far countries<br />
I wish that my father would have a horse and ride here to come to me<br />
That my mother would have a boat, sail here and come<br />
That my siblings would know the way and come<br />
Let the birds that fly know it<br />
I missed my mother<br />
I missed both mother and father<br />
I missed my town"berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-14480374885095964912010-07-05T23:17:00.001+03:002010-07-07T16:13:40.511+03:00Bridal Bath<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wc11yfWrGTR8QgE92OpRWNph14JM-mBqOh3ofyu6Ag2prHNFWbXL6Hos3CKZTXxqPjrLA-lwMHFXasCi1ZUCwJNoHAkjxLtdS8uDZ6GH-FtQUASO-N7F3u3xjKY4BzRBU4ABLU7eKs9R/s1600/100_2452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wc11yfWrGTR8QgE92OpRWNph14JM-mBqOh3ofyu6Ag2prHNFWbXL6Hos3CKZTXxqPjrLA-lwMHFXasCi1ZUCwJNoHAkjxLtdS8uDZ6GH-FtQUASO-N7F3u3xjKY4BzRBU4ABLU7eKs9R/s640/100_2452.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Mom and I are invited for the bridal bath of O <em><span style="color: #134f5c;">(you may know from my last year's post where you may have learned about her marriage proposal)</span></em></div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Bridal Baths (Gelin Hamamı) is an old ottoman tradition of the gathering of the ladies of the families of both the bride and the groom in a turkish bath(hamam) to get the bride-to-be ready for their wedding day.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">It is a ladies party all wrapped up in colorful <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peshtamal">peshtamals</a>(traditional thin towels made by hand wowen looms). </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">My first experience with a turkish bath has been such a inaginable wellness. The hot tab and the cold one runs into a sink without an output and you sit there by the sink and exfoliate, wash your body by pouring water with the metal bowl next to the sink. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">That was a wonderful day with the thankful presence of childhood friends and mom and lots of steam. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">and thoughtful presents of handmade soaps, peshtemals and exfoliators.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thomas.. Anyone that has visited our home so far would understand why this post is dedicated to him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not many people understood why I was living with Thomas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And one day my cousin, who has just got divorced, opened up to me, saying "you know how I am now, I am exactly like Thomas". Until that day, I didn't hear anyone who was feeling the same way I was for my pink eared wild cat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I was asked how many pets did I have, I used to answer: "I have a cat.. and there is the cat of my cat(meaning Thomas)". He was so wild that when they moved here in this appartment with me, Thomas did not let me touch him, not even let me get near for at least 8 months . He would hiss.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was funny, I was feeding him and was yet quite scared of him at nights when I was alone with him. It was a matter of guts to leave the bedroom's door open when I was going to sleep. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I must even confess that there has been times when I was hoping that he would get lost or fall down so that I would get rid of him in a way I wouldn't do anything wrong against him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.vimeo.com/12639526">Even as a kitten he was fierce</a> (click here to see the video), I was unable to feed him with its kitten bottle, since my hands were scratched so badly, by reflex I wasn't able to hold its tiny body in my hand. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Before we saw him, we heard him. It was the voice of some weeks old kitten. He cried for 2 complete days, constantly. His mother never showed up. He was left to die.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our siamese cat Chocolate insisted on having the kitten inside, coming and going to the kitchen door to him, begging for something from us. So Thomas was taken in not only to be cured but was supported because he was the friend of our friend Chocolate, our soulful siamese cat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thomas had his name from a swiss journalist I knew, looking exactly like him when he was a litttle kitten. We couldn't warm him up nor heal him despite the efforts of the vet. The thing that saved him has been Chocolate. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So Thom learned everything through Chocolate, and thus he needed so less even nothing from us. So, he was never tamed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When visitors would come he would get lost. It took him long to show up in my presence even.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In years, he learned to get near. He would meow, restlessly, would yearn for that touch but was terrified by any attempt. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thomas has been the perfect picture for me how scary we are when we are scared of nearness and trust and how we would hurt the hands coming to us. How many had I torn till I surrendered in love?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A wise man told me once that trust is a link that has to be started by one taking the risk. So there were times where I took the risk by letting him smell my hands, put my face near to his.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today Thomas has still his caves at our home, his favorite spots away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Love him even more when in any condition he would run to come to me when he is called or when my chest gets wet from dribbles from his mouth when I cudddle him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It took long, it took work and unconditional giving for those dribbles of pure trust.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl6r_bMpDXaSLp9CzjSrdDxKaWnEs1NgZ6Bvc3F_qh6ON2Hc97ELH6Mqe79F2mkderyllp8plXu1Skg7-zIF2AoHGAAbDAtKQmACfmgiSn52ijywmphBlchxvxPHik1FHTbjhAK9KOuRcA/s1600/tarama0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl6r_bMpDXaSLp9CzjSrdDxKaWnEs1NgZ6Bvc3F_qh6ON2Hc97ELH6Mqe79F2mkderyllp8plXu1Skg7-zIF2AoHGAAbDAtKQmACfmgiSn52ijywmphBlchxvxPHik1FHTbjhAK9KOuRcA/s320/tarama0003.jpg" /></a>I lately found the winter 2008-2009 catalog at home while organising to get ready for the moving. And I remember the day I received it and how magical it felt to see that it was as if Tupperware published my home that season. This absolute feeling of completeness is called happiness. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_eG0IcMsjZcT4BkddatTzXaHRYOv7jJm4Rh6VWWZoaCJGWd8ndZZGUfvDxtf63VjrbhMAGbngdGYz9hr0l95kIOu589Nhk1E4rR2bKqgOUmDNKvEoekzTLIBmziDStoyelxUwcbk3Fa9/s1600/tarama0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_eG0IcMsjZcT4BkddatTzXaHRYOv7jJm4Rh6VWWZoaCJGWd8ndZZGUfvDxtf63VjrbhMAGbngdGYz9hr0l95kIOu589Nhk1E4rR2bKqgOUmDNKvEoekzTLIBmziDStoyelxUwcbk3Fa9/s640/tarama0001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We buy products looking at some photos, commercials, catalogs, envying that life in there, that home. And we want, we want to have these people, be these people, have these products, the decoration in the pictures, that life which are there for the photo shoots ad commercials and soon to be demounted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What if the life you mounted, your home appears to be what those catalog tried to capture? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What if when you loose it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What if when you find your self able to mount many lives, many beautiful homes out of yourself?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What if all catalogs vanish?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What if you are robust but not necessarily complete all the time?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the way I feel today. And this is what this blog has been the log, the story of this humble achievement.</div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-53007902574241716572010-06-18T00:11:00.000+03:002010-07-02T01:44:10.838+03:00Pieces of Me<div align="left" class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On a very angry morning at men,I condemned my self to the streets of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beyoglu">Beyoglu</a> as probably all women with the same condition did in its history.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was quite early and deserted hours for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C4%B0stiklal_Avenue">Istiklal</a> and seing the entry of the new <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botero">Botero</a> exhibition I was very curious about, I jumped in.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And found pieces of me..</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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and of even Thomas unexpectedly.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Isn't this what a piece of art about, to find pieces of you in the pieces of art in a divine peace and to heal.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">So I spent more than an hour healing, looking at more than 60 paintings and a documentary about my new, dear <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botero">Fernando</a> and taking pictures for this post.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The day ended in peace, in the streets with street music,</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-40746301303175799272010-06-14T22:49:00.002+03:002010-07-02T00:11:33.613+03:00A Good Plan, A Good Friend and A Good Dog<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtwkP8H23qKyyLsOQOTfYt8ARRNSwP9iwrc25CqcUFhDweJivylx9dsDyJ3xKuWRLCREJlGJjghJo2xp7C_F3Qw-A6XFMg1nrGrkM3OIVuxBnQ9__xpzfFTQ8-vr-yV4f1nZ7yxjjnljD/s1600/100_2222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtwkP8H23qKyyLsOQOTfYt8ARRNSwP9iwrc25CqcUFhDweJivylx9dsDyJ3xKuWRLCREJlGJjghJo2xp7C_F3Qw-A6XFMg1nrGrkM3OIVuxBnQ9__xpzfFTQ8-vr-yV4f1nZ7yxjjnljD/s640/100_2222.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">How it feels good to get this expected call this morning to go to the beach. Aviko, a good friend, made this great plan last week and -God knows- I loved him even more for this.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">So we left, waving the busy city for a calm beach in Sile, the sieastas wrapped in towels, the reading, the beach sandwiches and the sea I was yearning for lately. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Whether it was the christianity that made Aviko and sister Annie, those good hearts that they are or their different history I always asked my self in time. Empathy, generousity, forgiving and being there for others on blue days. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I woke up from a beautiful nap feeling a touch on my elbow leaning towards my beach bag. Annie said that it was that big street dog that roams around people on the beach, looking probably for my wrapped up remaining sandwich. I first thought it was scary. Aviko raising his head from his book said "it is a nice dog and and a very hungry dog as well". I remarked its bones on his chest. It was a good looking dog with bright fur.It didn't take long to farewell my sandwich and going near him always with my recent ridiculous cynophobia. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Aviko was right not only it devoured half of my cheese sandwich, he jumped to the next offers of food from others. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">It was happy, one could say from his tail. One, could also say that although he was done with all drinking and eating process, it chose to stay with people: it was tamed. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">He then did something very remarkable: he sat by a young couple, the way my cats do in my living room like a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sphinx">sphinx</a>. The unique way that told me it once knew home, trust and confort. My heart ached for it. A home was its dream. Sitting there with the piercing of the vaccination given to street animals by the municipality.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">These thoughts belated me to jump to my camera, and my heart so vivid in my chest, warm, wet, sticky and from flesh and blood again.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The way the good dog was sitting illusioned and happy. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh Belonging..</div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-29463872056917991852010-06-13T11:03:00.003+03:002010-07-02T02:05:54.293+03:00Asking Someone's Daughter for a New Home<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzUMhGLitJM3YptBKiG0RST66QOlXa1WFDluUhH_8F53vJtzAa5KZjNBwetE-7sgSZlAVksK8fHqiNPT75KOwX_awYMI2hlhjSgYlPzxOpm0AJ7CeMLSnd8uGobzbkVjQ2eeqd5w-0RAv/s1600/100_2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzUMhGLitJM3YptBKiG0RST66QOlXa1WFDluUhH_8F53vJtzAa5KZjNBwetE-7sgSZlAVksK8fHqiNPT75KOwX_awYMI2hlhjSgYlPzxOpm0AJ7CeMLSnd8uGobzbkVjQ2eeqd5w-0RAv/s640/100_2020.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">H, between all medical struggles with mum, had a merry decision. And very H'ly, she shared equally all the good times and rainbows as the heavy days we went through : I was insisted in being present in her "daughter-asking" ceremony!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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My H, she is uniquly able to be the beautiful rainbow even on the most grey days, with her colours, so unique and rich.berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-59149907450477240312010-06-10T00:59:00.000+03:002010-06-29T08:39:34.899+03:00Deniz Was Here<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The breakfast table was waiting for Deniz. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">F and I, cousins, we were introduced to each other only 2 years ago, through our grand-aunt. So bizarre that we never met before although she studied at my brother's school and her sister at mine around same years.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyways, lately but still luckily we became friends and "nice surprise cousins" although she lives abroad.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Last year we organised a family gathering at my home, on F's arrival to Istanbul with her new-born Deniz. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And today they were back.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Chocolate and Deniz became very found to each other and D's tiny index finger was touching Chocolate's nostrils iside his ears to which it was ok with even happy of its new friend's existence.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a peaceful rainy day in together.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When the girls came to celebrate my new appartment last year, Rice was not yet able to speak. I love this picture I took then, at a hot late august day in 2008, Rice playing with my mess among the boxes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today I dressed a breakfast-picnic table in the garden for us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fJiDnoyoHnKO8vwvTPMjGvQ6iZZCeLUKx-JN3V053drEEJPQgLF-x2sEfJICxLaHTjScMVrZcLN3bEhXWVEvN6FCBGj7hco64qt5riJDgH_NYVBJOrM-mGEBb0dqAxgB_U7wN4qbYmYq/s1600/kaydirak.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fJiDnoyoHnKO8vwvTPMjGvQ6iZZCeLUKx-JN3V053drEEJPQgLF-x2sEfJICxLaHTjScMVrZcLN3bEhXWVEvN6FCBGj7hco64qt5riJDgH_NYVBJOrM-mGEBb0dqAxgB_U7wN4qbYmYq/s640/kaydirak.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">It still surprises me to see my excitement when they arrive to my home. Rice was looking so sweet with her curly poney tails. She was as exciteted as I am. Until.. she cut her little finger with my special kids cuttlery's bunny knife.</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Seing the blood she cried.. cried.. cried..</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">She was consolated that it will be ok and she will not feel the hurt soon.</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">She kept on crying saying it was not ok, not yet</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a upset time for her. So she didn't allow me for a photo. But I can tell about her beutifully brushed hair, her cheeks innounded with tears, her eyes downwards and contracted by the plain truth of the pain, head backwards busy producing tears.</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">As she said " it is not ok, not yet", I saw some "me" in her. </div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">So, I am sending a photo of her and her beloved little finger from the day of their first visit to my home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I find there, this "some me" as well as the not so grown-up Rice then</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">And her words defying the consolation, her way to live the pain made me so close to her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Last weekend at my parents, the doorbell rang, I answered since dad was sleeping. The tenants declared that he was not doing well financially and that he had to leave my parents basement. When I told him about the crisis in my life, he was more open to say that the preesure on him caused a nause bleeding that day. We were in the same boat.<br />
My parents offered me the flat that would be emptied soon.<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Although I was not totally decided about the move, I decided that packing up a little might be a good idea.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I have been thinking that the pressure of keeping this home has been here for a year now. And I was so pverwhelmed that at one point I thought moving will not only be financial relief but at the same time could be a fresh start. Just like my friend Ali said, I could always make a better one.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">While wrapping, piece by piece, slowly and calmly, I realised, packing up has its own serenity.. where every packing up is a decomposition.. of not only your belongings.. but of your entire life.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Wrapping each glasses brought me back to times that I was dreaming of my own place, on how it would be.I have bought every piece of this home at my parents and kept them in boxes and waited for my time to come.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Touching each glasses, was touching a part of my self in the past, my dreams then. And in order to move, one has to move on, look forward, make new dreams, treasures hundreds of "glasses" out of his Glass Menagerie" *.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">...............................</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The best thing about being with my felline friends Thomas and Chocolate, is not missing any occasion to "play", have fun and enjoy each moment from their perspective.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">* The Glass Menagerie is the so real and so beautiful story of a girl like me written by Tenessee Williams.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Enjoy the reading and think of my glass menagerie that I learned to pack up today.</div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-1476720396547503012010-05-13T18:36:00.000+03:002010-05-13T18:36:19.843+03:00Summer Afternoons Are Here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9TS9lVmywRPEXnwCVl1_SLMZUCR0St027II5eAncC9pPzXTtlx3CGq62lm2llPsIyb0Z2kc0fJcuVQhyU8hRgKfoNbhwMCI_FZ8DiDgz4DcZ_HTqvX9V9SakQshMPFs4GGO3U2YXk06v/s1600/ck.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9TS9lVmywRPEXnwCVl1_SLMZUCR0St027II5eAncC9pPzXTtlx3CGq62lm2llPsIyb0Z2kc0fJcuVQhyU8hRgKfoNbhwMCI_FZ8DiDgz4DcZ_HTqvX9V9SakQshMPFs4GGO3U2YXk06v/s640/ck.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><br />
And my first cherry tomatoes are promising..<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpdTO84awVLNVdkwlCGPOANKD1ZK5rUyf2D2CGfE_QZ0LdockzU-SI8sGtF5EOVHCsA7MGqtBpxf0yLTDMGqvwgbBnTxVJzrV_v1dAZoZkYrudmJ0rJ3ahhibwcilqZo3urkzLbR5syBP/s1600/ch.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpdTO84awVLNVdkwlCGPOANKD1ZK5rUyf2D2CGfE_QZ0LdockzU-SI8sGtF5EOVHCsA7MGqtBpxf0yLTDMGqvwgbBnTxVJzrV_v1dAZoZkYrudmJ0rJ3ahhibwcilqZo3urkzLbR5syBP/s640/ch.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-7720838005896971042010-05-13T14:35:00.007+03:002010-05-14T00:46:53.397+03:00Semolina Helva for Good Bored Souls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0iD2mmtMl9Fy2HT6nNjSmdA1n6v4nTDu1OlivNj4il9JM2npvkD6mwurN3Bh_c9Aq5PTNl1SfZibEkSJhyxfEO-vMr_T-KPMUPVLghbzQ_Cgl4mUHWF_PSKv6_Pkd9SbP6eFkUl9DNrE/s1600/gul.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0iD2mmtMl9Fy2HT6nNjSmdA1n6v4nTDu1OlivNj4il9JM2npvkD6mwurN3Bh_c9Aq5PTNl1SfZibEkSJhyxfEO-vMr_T-KPMUPVLghbzQ_Cgl4mUHWF_PSKv6_Pkd9SbP6eFkUl9DNrE/s640/gul.JPG" width="486" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had to try my first semolina <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halwa">helva</a>, I felt like doing it. I looked for some pretext to cook it. Very often, helva is cooked when someone is dead or on the years that follow, on the very same day, as remembrance, we "cook a helva to his soul" and share it and those who eat, prays for the remembered person's soul. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I thought of my grand mothers but they passed away in cold seasons and not in a blooming May.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I cooked it for my own soul I guess. My very bored soul lately and I made a wish-best remedy for bored souls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I brought one plate to my neighbour that shared her mother's village fresh eggs, one plate for my next door neighbour- <a href="http://sunny-came-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/dunya-is-one.html">Dunya's mother</a> and a large plate for our gardener and security guys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And guess what I have received today: the most beautiful rose I have ever been offered. I took a picture of my first helva and the beautiful rose from the gardener.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here I am giving the recipe of Irmik Hel vasi- Semolina Helva with some added cheese the way our neighbour Nevin Teyze used to make at my childhood.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">semolina, 1,5 cups</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">olive oil, 1/2 cup</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">butter, 1/2 tablespoon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">cinnamon, 1/4 teaspoon grounded</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">cloves, 3-4 grounded</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">sugar, 1 cup</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">milk, 2 cups</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">pinenuts, 1 tablespoon or more</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">any unsalty fresh cheese like ricotta, 150 gr (I used turkish lor cheese)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1-Roast the semolina and pinenuts</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2- Add the boiling milk and sugar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3- Add the olive oil and stir constantly until the semolina absorbs all the liquid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4- Add the cheese and stir for 2 more minutes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5- Add the spices and butter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6- Take a deep braeth close your eyes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7- Pray for my soul and my wish to come true (every little helps, I need it ! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8- Mold and serve</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>PS(Same Day at around 20:30): <a href="http://sunny-came-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/dunya-is-one.html">Dunya </a>has just told my name today for the first time after having "aunt berfin's cake". His mother says he wanted to have it all. I am sure he will be praying soon :)berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-39354109138581173252010-05-10T03:13:00.009+03:002010-05-10T18:24:02.724+03:00Don't You Have Time To Think? *<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Don't you have time to think? I have had more than I should lately.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the spark came yesterday as I was capturing the moments of the graduates' day of Sainte Pulcherie High, my secondary school then.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was only ten years ago on my way back home from the hospital where I left my sister struggling with the sudden deadly disease, it was only then that I realised that the school yard was much smaller than I remembered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But those doors always welcomed me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">My registry to this old girl's school was an honouring family "thing" and we were all so excited that summer of 1983 for my first day at school in September.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">My parents were so proud of my efforts I gave to success in the exam . </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The second thing I knew after the name of my secondary school was the "spotless cleanness" of the white marble stairs admired by my mother. But my favorite place have been the whitest loos with tall windows looking at the dirty backstreets we were never allowed to stroll. There were only ladies at that time and I was wondering which loo the unique male at school have to use, our professor of religion, distinctive wiith his very manly voice in the official ceremonies when he had to accompany our weak voices for the national anthem.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">My school has been a temple to me not only beacause it had a chapel inside or 4 old nons waiting to put us in order in the early mornings at those white marble stairs.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">School was better than home where somehow in this small building from the 19th century, I felt safer than at home and able to look at any truth enlightened and armed with what was there in those old books.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">And when my last day at school came at my graduation year, I felt as clueless and orphelin as a child, out of the arms of her mother and life seemed so crowded as the dirty back streets from the window.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Like some strict rules and our oak tree in the yard I noticed, as my friends were busy chatting about their actual lives. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I was more into leaning back and watching.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I stayed there up in the stairs contemplating our oak tree and the diverse population dancing down below. Although pruned too much, less green with less leaves, to me it looked like the sacred tree of life with young and younger lives that it went through. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">And I was there watching until my old professor came up and asked what I was doing there. We were her first students. She told me she celebrated her 25th year in this school last year. She got married in time and had two sons, one 23 the other 17 years old now. We walked downstairs together as we talked. She introduced me to her new collegues and young graduate students.</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The night was falling. I remained there watching each and every movement of the younger crowd dancing under the oak tree. I was surprised to see their lips synchronised with the lyrics of those new songs they sang heartfelt and together. Those songs I must have heard, somehow, somewhere, everywhere but never noticed the lyrics</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Where did I leave learning the lyrics of the silly funny songs? When did we stop dancing together like them? When was I left alone? Were my friends too busy being parents and all ? What was taking me from joining them now singing and dancing? Why wasn't I on the dance floor? </div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Neither courage nor strength were the answers. The only reason was "this time I gave to think" about these questions and the quest for the answers. </div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I realised that two young girls were insisting on something in the big party noise to the new professor I was just introduced to. I asked him almost shouting to be heard:</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">- Qu'est-ce qu'elles veulent? (What do they want?)</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">- Danser. (To dance) he answered promptly.</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">He didn't join them, remained there watching. </div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">He might have had this time to think. </div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">This time out of time.</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I did my best. It took some wine and some more time there watching and I invited, through the end of the party, the new school master which turned out to be a nice gentleman and a good dancer.</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">We exchanged smiles with the young professor. </div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The moment I felt standing there like our oak tree, felt pruned too much with less leaves, I left the party ,when the music was ended and the boys were gathering the equipment.</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>* "Don't You Have Time To Think?" is the sweet autobiographical book of the bright physicist Richard FEYNMAN</em></div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-34794804715732613402010-04-13T18:43:00.000+03:002010-04-13T18:43:00.975+03:00Doorstep - Letting In<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JblKSZTi9bo3vZXwIaIWt_kk-IeVcPp8Gp2FbWbtzlN-iTojdQWy3L_nAXu3RXlBEhqFxFwB8s0TPbQGOpsQQ6xUZ-gA7Cz32-GIo0TT_tDgv-jZ2JjyJKlJl9YAkN1btJ45d5NXTq7k/s1600/100_1406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JblKSZTi9bo3vZXwIaIWt_kk-IeVcPp8Gp2FbWbtzlN-iTojdQWy3L_nAXu3RXlBEhqFxFwB8s0TPbQGOpsQQ6xUZ-gA7Cz32-GIo0TT_tDgv-jZ2JjyJKlJl9YAkN1btJ45d5NXTq7k/s640/100_1406.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><br />
The reason I was not writing since my birthday post is very understandable: I lost my job again.<br />
When my boss told me the company is not doing well at all and they can not afford my salary that was ok, but when I heard the words "we have to close this position" that, that seemed like a joke.<br />
It will feel as unreal to you if you would read my previous post. <br />
Well, nothing to do. I gathered my belongings and rushed home to join H that learned about the cancer diagnosis of her mother.<br />
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All these words, what do they have to do with a doorstep?<br />
Well it was in that awful rainy weather that I returned home in a hurry with all those bags full of my office stuff, in the doorstep of the building sitting there looking for my keys in all that clutter that from my back I heard this voice for me: "what is that does not exist in a woman's bag?". I turned, this was the waterguy, smiling with his limpid blue eyes. I wiped my cheeks and avoiding my face I said " oh, yes, what is it?", he replied "order!" and laughed.<br />
I knew him from before. His name was Mesut which meant "happy" but somehow I saw the deep sorrow in his immense blue eyes before.<br />
It was only in the lift that he learned about my day. He was sorry to hear. He said that he has blue days as well and that the ones we love are the ones that hurt the more. He told me about how he overcomes bad days like these, with his glass of red wine going to his favorite hill or with her 3 years old daughter.<br />
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He was polite and said he had to leave for new orders and left with his warm words. I was sweeping my tears.<br />
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I went to the shower to leave soon for H. Best thing is to cry in the shower when you don't know what to do now and you are sort of collapsed.<br />
The door rang, I wondered who it was.<br />
It was him.. with a bar of chocolate and a bunch of water bottles in his other hand.<br />
I hugged. And thanked.<br />
...<br />
The days that followed, I was busy but I had a plan.<br />
But I could not contact him since he was not working for my water company I realised.<br />
It was only after second time where I had this magnet of another water company that dropped when I opened my door of my 2 cat populated home, that I realised it was him and he was trying to contact me as well.<br />
The photo above is taken this morning, my very human touch, M and my cat and my new water bottle. <br />
He was surprised for gift package for his daughter and the small note I wrote for him as well as a letter of appreciation to his company where I explained the reason why I converted to their water. <br />
After I told him my part of the story after he left, he told me his.<br />
The day afte he left, he had a terrible car accident where people were surprised that he survived. <br />
In his hospital room, he saw a dream where he wakes up and sees me as a nurse, my smile and a bar of chocolate that I hand to him saying "this chocolate will make you feel better and ease your pain."<br />
What a beautiful story to write back to you..<br />
What a life..<br />
Such a healing of strangers, in a doorstep. <br />
Where indoors, it is the ones that we love the most, that hurt the mostberfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-1440955643811307062010-03-08T16:32:00.000+02:002010-03-08T16:32:06.793+02:00A Very Happy Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The night before my birthday, somebody knocked on my kitchen window, some gigles and then the candle lights on a delicious cake. Can there be a better surprise?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">So we paused as my favorite chilren's book series heroin Aysegül (Debbie in English, Martine in French) by Marcel Marlier and Gilbert Delahaye which made me believe in such a beautiful world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDIOpi3dBcbU7c2PQ1xtPCn7PkjWKBNA34F0eF1NLZzW-T0Jr4FwFaILpK6Oz3lzPW9UJ3NIG3UJSbY8Gnb2KrV0lH8n2c7eB7-9CpZLAB2i4KV7HOT81q4J2W-8lEnxSiySENrDT9vXC/s1600-h/100_1223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDIOpi3dBcbU7c2PQ1xtPCn7PkjWKBNA34F0eF1NLZzW-T0Jr4FwFaILpK6Oz3lzPW9UJ3NIG3UJSbY8Gnb2KrV0lH8n2c7eB7-9CpZLAB2i4KV7HOT81q4J2W-8lEnxSiySENrDT9vXC/s640/100_1223.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
The morning after which was my birth-day, we all agreed to go out for a modest breakfast in the junction of the Black Sea and the Bosphorus that you can see behind H on the photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvoUoftoGiMezo3SaDEl9lg-XexromorR7MVvmLGzdvMT9k9QLmkHUKVoBO64Mf3y9CP25N6KcyEyjF2G1zsptKt8ToiKuoP0ug2ccHqcQcbwMRV0LcNpbfLDe2HOHJnwwTvd9Obkl4jt/s1600-h/100_1266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="418" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvoUoftoGiMezo3SaDEl9lg-XexromorR7MVvmLGzdvMT9k9QLmkHUKVoBO64Mf3y9CP25N6KcyEyjF2G1zsptKt8ToiKuoP0ug2ccHqcQcbwMRV0LcNpbfLDe2HOHJnwwTvd9Obkl4jt/s640/100_1266.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Although we born as "one" and we die as "one", we need our happy crowd along the way.<br />
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Laughed loud, ate all well and paused for the occasion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSQguWkTHTk2PM1Skyarz6UVybLnCBIP5-oU9KVTKFk4bXuxPoidTAT3t0GXvqvAmbF2zH3nf9k6QRbIKQ41ZnHZepwBDaRIeZLEWVnOi2XQLK-gYWwq0TiZcvqsya4CRqsgz_2SezFi5/s1600-h/100_1321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSQguWkTHTk2PM1Skyarz6UVybLnCBIP5-oU9KVTKFk4bXuxPoidTAT3t0GXvqvAmbF2zH3nf9k6QRbIKQ41ZnHZepwBDaRIeZLEWVnOi2XQLK-gYWwq0TiZcvqsya4CRqsgz_2SezFi5/s640/100_1321.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aren't birthdays about this happy crowd in life?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The night when I was going back to my bed, I realised I felt so happy and safe like our little hazelnut in her mom's arms.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I remembered my birthday last year, not a cheerful one at all. As an abondoned amusement park in winter.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Having lost my job with 260 employees in the company due to the crisis, friends and family came in but there was a silent sadness in the air as the boyfriend didn't show up, neither called. A birthday of sudden losses.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We own so much to our happy crowds. we must never stop being grateful about them.</div>berfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524191020050992152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670713368863592868.post-75386772908591958062010-03-01T00:14:00.002+02:002010-03-08T12:14:22.221+02:00Making A Home, So Far Away from Home<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I have joined to sis' friends to be together for a special sunday breakfast in Polonezköy in the occasion of a good friend 's birthday</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polonezk%C3%B6y">Polonezköy</a> is in the countryside in the very north of Istanbul</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">ut what makes Polonezköy so special and so different than the texture of Istanbul is not only the greenery,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The history of the village is quite interestng. It was built as an emigration center to Polish in 1842. So far away from home.. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Hence the name Polonezköy which means Polish Village in Turkish.<br />
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<em>"At the beginning, the village was inhabited by 12 people, but there were no more than 220 people when the village was most populated. In the course of time, Adampol developed and was flooded by a lot of emigrants from the rebellion in November 1830, during the Crimean War in 1853, and by runaways from Siberia and from captivity in Czerkieska. The first inhabitants busied themselves with agriculture, raising and forestry. After Polish independence in 1918, many returned to Poland. Before World War II, the first tourists already began to arrive to the village. The remaining inhabitants of Adampol (Polonezköy) took Turkish citizenship in 1938.</em>"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Still the inhabitants speak the Polish language and the signs are both in Turkish and Polish</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Today Polonezköy is an excellent escape for Istanbullers like us on weekends. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The spring, the unaging spring is already here. I enjoyed my short walks to take photos and caught up the birthday wishes at the end of their long wee session.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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