Have you ever been out of your country, lost in small picturesque street, lost in your dreamy thoughts?
Last year, one of the most important things in my life happened. I travelled in Istanbul. I won't write about the museums or the landmaks. I will just write about the spirit of Istanbul, that you can feel in each step, in each movement of yours. In the morning you wake up by unique sounds that you can hear only in this part of the world. You start walking in streets covered with stones, looking around you at the old traditional houses. Dreaming of the past and thinking that you follow paths that people walk for thousands of years. Looking at the thousands waves of Bosporus mirroring the morning sun. Thousands of ships crossing the passage between Europe and Asia, East and West. Visiting the old greek neighbourhoods, you just feel the breath and the beat of the history that inhabits there. Weeping without your will, cause you understand the importance of your steps. Thinking that you live in another age. And when the night comes, after feeling in love with the sunset when the sun touches the roofs of the houses, you lay on your bed and you tranform from a daydreamer to a nightthinker. And while observing the minarets out of the window you are listening to old oriental songs you can't help thinking about how are you gonna leave this blessed place. You fall asleep to continue the dreams of the day even more wonderful, even more real...
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