Tuesday, 3 January 2012

2011'in Bendeki Fotografları / The Photos of Year 2011 in Me


Bir arkadasim, 2011'in tum tanidiklari icin kotu bir yil oldugunu soyledi az once telefonda.

Benim arkadaslarimin hepsi icin boyle olmadi. Belki benim icin de.

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. 

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.
Geldiklerine hala inanamıyorum. Onlar için ördüğüm hırkalara kısa zamanda sığmaz oldular.
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.

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.

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.

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.

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.


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. 


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.

60 yas ustu yepyeni ve beraberliklerinde bambaska bir dunyayi araladigim yeni arkadaslarim oldu gecen yil. Ilkokul arkadaşlarımı, çoğunu cismen hatırlamadan yeniden bulduğum bir yil. Ne farklilasmis hayatlarimiz.

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. 


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.


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.


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.


Grigoriy Myasoyedov - Congratulating Newly-Weds in Landowner's House


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. 


Annem.. annem. Bu yıl en cok.. annem.

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.


Ama yine.. en çok... o kelimelerle nakşedilmis o güzel dünya: çeviri. Hele Bob'dan gelen o muzik albümleri ile ilgili nefis metinler

Nefis derken o universite ogrenciligimden beri tanıdığım eski/antika dukani Mamati'yi ve eglenceli mezatlardaki "delilik" dostluklarini unutmamam gerekir. 



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. 
Bir de ortaokul arkadasim Pinar'in duyarlılık ve comertlikle benimle paylastigi ceviri ajanslari var tabi. Kİst tedavisi icin aldigim ilaclarin yarattigi migren agrilarinin golgesinde cogu zaman gozlerim zorlukla gorurken kelimlerden ordugum o dunyayi cok sevdim. Aklima simdi bir paragrafini Hayrettine sutladigim sabah yetiştirmem gereken o hukuk sözleşmesi geliyor gerçi ve ürperiyorum.
Geçen yil taşındigim annemlere ait evimi sıklıkla kendim temizledim. Baslarken sıkıcı ve isteksiz sonra muthis gurur ve zevk veren bir is bu.

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 


Bu yıl mutlulukla girdim yılbaşına. 

Simdi geriye dönüp baktigimda dolu dolu, ne dolu bir yıl olmuş.  Çoğu zaman sessiz gunlerimin sukunetinden anlamamisim.

Yeni öğrendigim harfleri eski yilin. Yüzlerce yıllık eski alfabelerin bende yeni harfleri . Hep orada duran gündelik kabul dolu sıradan hayat, bana ne yeni.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Love


"Because the world is round it turns me on
Because the wind is high it blows my mind

Love is all, love is new
Love is all, love is you

Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry
Because the sky is blue. "
 

from Because by Beatles

Just came across the blog of two people in love.

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.

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.

He wrote on their first date " I am 14 years older. Do I really want a relationship again?.. What if I get hurt again?.."

I found in his words, Love that was mine once with my older lover.

Oh Love.. Love.. We inhabit you. We are you. We were you and we will be you.

Oh Love, I will be you again.

But for now they are Love. So inspiring, so bright, so fearful, so right.


Thursday, 10 February 2011

A Dream Within A Dream



"Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
..."

From A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Alan POE

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

A Baby Sleep and Don Quichotte


It was a very hard day for me in the middle of which I felt like Don Quichotte (which means: nuts, making a battle in every corner with the unseen enemy, ashamed of her own reactions).
But then the sleep and the trust of the new baby cat helped me to think back about serenity and confort.


I have been working hard to be able to cook in the new kitchen. Today my new home smelled baking börek in the owen.



A special day where at the end of 4 months, I could cook at home.

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Many New(s)



I have been quiete for a long while.

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.

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 (!)

3- This is our new family member, our baby chinchilla cat that Thomas acts like a leopard with and roars most of the time.
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.

5- I had a chance to visit Arabia again with the precious company of my new knitting friend Bob.


It is good to feel your feet at the end of all the roads.

Monday, 12 July 2010

New Moon


The new moon tonight is told to symbolise "our feelings of Home, safety, our conditionings from childhood, our capability of intimacy. I reread this now in the colorful and lovely banualagoz.blogspot.com as I entered home and plugged in my computer.

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.

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.

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.



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:

"May the long time Sun shine upon you,
All love surround you

And the pure light within you
Guide your way home."

And I have to leave you behind, you that I wrote posts for, in the hope of creating a body of this absence.
May the pure light within you, guide your way home, because I couldn't.

I have a new day tomorrow. As blue as Leyla's eyes.

And I have my arms. My healthy arms.

Saturday, 10 July 2010

Reading Wars of Alexander in Peace, at Home

  

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.


This afternoon I went on with my reading upstairs in the bed with the company of Thomas and Chocolate.


I enjoyed the peace in our home while reading about the wars in human history.

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.

If you are as null as I am in history you may be interested in my books:

1- A Little History of the World by Ernst GOMBRICH which I love because it is written for young readers and is the opposite of boring

2- Toute L'Histoire du Monde 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.

3- The Old Testament, the reading of which has always been like listening to a piece of Bach.

4- A World History by William H. Mc NEILL.

Thursday, 8 July 2010

Hallelujah

(Photos courtesy of Banu since I was busy doing other things)






J'ai atrrapé le bouquet - I caught the (bucket :))

Alors on danse ! - So we dance !

with fave dancing shoes on


 ~ FIN ~

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

Alors On Danse - So We Dance

Tonight is the wedding night of O.
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 click here and listen to my song and dance)



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:

Who says study, says work / Qui dit etude, dit travail,
(N/A)Qui dit taf te dit les thunes,

Who says money, says expanses /Qui dit argent dit dépenses,
Who says credit, says beliefs /Qui dit crédit dit créance,
Who says debt, says usher /Qui dit dette te dit huissier,
Yes, says sitting in shit /Oui dit assis dans la merde.
Who says Love, says kids /Qui dit Amour dit les gosses,

Say allways, and say divorce /Dit toujours et dit divorce.
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.
Who says crisis, says famine, says the one third of the earth /Qui dit crise te dis monde dit famine dit tiers- monde.
Who says fatigue says wake up still deaf from the eve /Qui dit fatigue dit réveille encore sourd de la veille,
Then one goes out to forget about all troubles /Alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes.
Then  one dances /Alors on danse… (X9)

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.
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!
.. /Ecstasy dis problème les problèmes ou bien la musique.
.. /Ca t'prends les trips ca te prends la tête et puis tu prie pour que ça s'arrête.
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.
And then you scream even louder and it persists /Et là tu cries encore plus fort et ca persiste...
Then you sing /Alors on chante

Tuesday, 6 July 2010

Bridal Farewell

We 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.

I have posted about hena night before here. 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.

"...My dearest baby, my little lamb with hena
While you are starting a new home and a new life
I request our God to help you
May your be full of sunshine, your heart filled with joy.."

A Bridal Farewell is traditionally cited by the bride's mother on hena night wishing her the best in her new home.


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.

"Don't let them build homes on high hills
Don't let them send their daughter's away to far countries
I wish that my father would have a horse and ride here to come to me
That my mother would have a boat, sail here and come
That my siblings would know the way and come
Let the birds that fly know it
I missed my mother
I missed both mother and father
I missed my town"

Monday, 5 July 2010

Bridal Bath


Mom and I are invited for the bridal bath of O (you may know from my last year's post where you may have learned about her marriage proposal)
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.
It is a ladies party all wrapped up in colorful peshtamals(traditional thin towels made by hand wowen looms).

Although we were late and missed the dancing in the center of the steamy bath, we could catch up for the rest of fun and the relaxing steamy bath.

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.  


That was a wonderful day with the thankful presence of childhood friends and mom and lots of steam.


and thoughtful presents of handmade soaps, peshtemals and exfoliators.

Friday, 2 July 2010

Being Thomas



Thomas.. Anyone that has visited our home so far would understand why this post is dedicated to him.

Not many people understood why I was living with Thomas.

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.
..
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.

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.

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.

Even as a kitten he was fierce (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.

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.

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.

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.
So Thom learned everything through Chocolate, and thus he needed so less even nothing from us. So, he was never tamed.

When visitors would come he would get lost. It took him long to show up in my presence even.

In years, he learned to get near. He would meow, restlessly, would yearn for that touch but was terrified by any attempt. 

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?

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.

Today Thomas has still his caves at our home, his favorite spots away.



There are mornings where I wake up and find him awake, just some centimeters from my nose, staring at me, probably while I am sleeping.

I love him.

..Missing his glance when I am out. 

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.

It took long, it took work and unconditional giving for those dribbles of pure trust.

My Home as a Tupperware Catalog


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.



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.

What if the life you mounted, your home appears to be what those catalog tried to capture?
What if when you loose it?
What if when you find your self able to mount many lives, many beautiful homes out of yourself?
What if all catalogs vanish?
What if you are robust but not necessarily complete all the time?
This is the way I feel today. And this is what this blog has been the log, the story of this humble achievement.

Friday, 18 June 2010

Pieces of Me



On a very angry morning at men,I condemned my self to the streets of Beyoglu as probably all women with the same condition did in its history.

It was quite early and deserted hours for Istiklal and seing the entry of the new Botero exhibition I was very curious about, I jumped in.


And found pieces of me..


and of even Thomas unexpectedly.


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.

So I spent more than an hour healing, looking at more than 60 paintings and a documentary about my new, dear Fernando and taking pictures for this post.

The day ended in peace, in the streets with street music,

and a good turkish coffee watching the passangers 
 

Monday, 14 June 2010

A Good Plan, A Good Friend and A Good Dog


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.

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.


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.  

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.
Aviko was right not only it devoured half of my cheese sandwich, he jumped to the next offers of food from others.
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.

He then did something very remarkable: he sat by a young couple, the way my cats do in my living room like a sphinx. 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.
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.
The way the good dog was sitting illusioned and happy.
Oh Belonging..
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