Home again? Good to be home again ?
After spending three gorgeous weeks in magnificent Berlin (mind you, I actually live there!), I’ll be coming back to Istanbul in a couple of days. Absolutely for professional purposes and nothing more.
But there was a time when I thought I could not live anywhere else but in Istanbul.
Istanbul… the city of my first kiss…. the place I cried out loud for the very first time… the first city that hurt me….
I remember being in
I can’t tell you how surprised and at the same time delighted I am to hear the same things I feel from someone else.
I am also in Berlin, coming originally from Istanbul a few years ago, going around the world and now trying (very hard) to settle here. If Berlin wasn’t another magnificent city I could hardly manage maybe.
But I also feel a bit deppressed and enclosed in Istanbul. It has its own way, I can’t really explain either, but I don’t think it’s only about me.