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  • Why so serious?

    Why so serious Zurich? Isn’t life too short for that? What if you loosened up a bit, let go and had more fun? What is your obsession with perfection about? What if you failed? For example, your trains were late? Everything would be more chaotic, yes. And what if your banks didn’t make so much…

  • Dancing who we are

    I attended a dance therapy workshop a few weeks ago. One of my mentors had mentioned that to me that it could be something for me. She knows that I love dancing, self-exploration and helping others. She meant it in a way that if I liked it I could get an education on it, so…

  • Flashback

    Last week Google Zurich celebrated its twentieth birthday and I was invited as a guest. I don’t know why, yet I reason that me living in Zurich and my work being in artificial intelligence were relevant. I received an email one day telling me that they would be happy if I attended, so I did.…

  • In rainbow colors

    Little girlwith a pony tailholds her heart in her handsIt is for the worldto give awayIn rainbow colorsher heart is big, shiny, plentyThe sun takes it and smilesThe flowers take it and smileThe fish take it and smileLittle girlwith a pony tailstill has plenty of her heartIn rainbow colorsShe gives it to the humansThey take…

  • Things I am afraid to tell you

    I have stumbled upon a podcast recently where the speaker shared about what she has been afraid of telling to others. This was her way of confession; or rather self-confession. She inspired me so much that I started thinking about what I have been avoiding to tell to others; mostly to myself. Now I am…

  • Prayers and raki

    My grandma loved to drink; she loved to pray, too. For her, there was no reason why the two wouldn’t be compatible with each other. Raki, our national Turkish drink was her favorite. Raki and prayers. She just loved them both, what would be wrong with it? She was a woman of controversies, beautiful ones.…

  • Farewells

    I have a problem with farewells. They hurt me too much; maybe because I have had them more often in my life than I could handle; maybe because there have been too many of them through the generations of my family, or both. My first farewell was with my family when I was six years…

  • Perspective

    I was on my way to work one morning a few weeks ago. It was one of those grey mornings, where the sky was unsure whether it wanted to pour its tears on us or not. Even though it was early summer a chilly wind was also out there. A weather that took away my…

  • The tiny voice

    I was born into a family that highly valued knowledge, education and intellect. I do not remember a single day I saw my dad without a book in his hand. He would never ever skip the evening news, and never give up on his two daily newspapers. His friendship circle was mostly made up of…

  • Reconnection

    I spent the last few days in Stockholm. It used to be my home many years ago. I still have beautiful memories of snowy winters and long summer days full of light spent with my ex-family. Celebrations of the national day, long lunches, museum visits, boat tours to the archipelago. Then came the divorce and…