Sometimes it’s better being far, far away. Well, yeah this might be true, but when it’s about me, I’m always far. Always far from beloved people and places. I’m repeating this again and again, but to be honest – mentally, having this life routine is not that easy at all.
It’s not like traveling from one city to other. I basically live in 2 different places in the same time, these places are 2 different countries, with different traditions, cultures and well also different beliefs.
When I’m in Turkey I transform in a ‘wannabe native turk’, of course not entirely but my turkish talk is.. not that bad. People know that I’m a foreigner, but after a good conversation they also find out that I’m not that foreign, that I’m well versed, and that’s also surprising!
This is quit fun, but it’s also exhausting.
And it’s not just me. Most of my friends are the same, well that’s why we’re friends, I think.
sisters in cinema
on my way to heybeli island!
little ones gang
turkey without raki? impossible!
turkey without simit? impossible!
heybeli at night
my mom and my sister
when you live, love and work
my favorite place
last days of summer..
neverland is not really far, maybe..