Yesterday I bought a pair of Burlington socks. Again. Each pair of Burlington socks I possess give an endless amount of contentment and feeling of gratitude to me. I don’ t know if you know them. This an old British brand of socks made of wool or cotton with a specific diamond shape on both … Continue reading Burlington Socks
Tag: Istanbul
Airports
I just brought my mom to the airport. We said goodbye. Is this the last time? This time she walked towards the security control and I turned back to go to the exit. We had just dropped off her luggage. She had a little carry on in her hand that she wanted to take into … Continue reading Airports
The other way around
Two weeks ago I turned 46. Almost half a century old. So I am grown up enough, one would say. For my mom I am still her child, and in return she is mine. In July she is turning 80. I really don't know how to express my feelings about this new reality, except that … Continue reading The other way around
Back to the Sky
On January 18th my aunt flew back to her beloved skies. She was my second mother. She has been fighting cancer for the last six years and despite being the bravest warrier, she surrendered. I am greatful she did not suffer too long, She was a stewardess at Turkish Airlines. I learned so much from … Continue reading Back to the Sky
The New Life – Sun and Clouds over Barcelona
It was a lovely Friday. All sunny and happy as every day has been in Barcelona. The day before the Sitges Tango Festival had started. It is an old famous festival known for its relaxed and friendly atmosphere, utmost Mediterranean. I had wanted to go there for many years but there had always been something that hindered. … Continue reading The New Life – Sun and Clouds over Barcelona
The New Life – Days in Barcelona II
This is now my third week in Barcelona. Time is going with the wind. Everything still feels right and in place. I am getting up in the morning without worrying about the weather. Without the feeling of missing out on something by staying at home. It is a relief. I am taking each day as … Continue reading The New Life – Days in Barcelona II
As Long As You Live I Will Continue to Live
'Yes grandma' I would reply every time my grandma told this to me. She would smile, happy and content. My grandma and I were born on the same day. May 6. Just that her birthday was 50 years earlier than mine. I was apparently very much in a hurry to arrive and everyone was trying hard to … Continue reading As Long As You Live I Will Continue to Live
My Father’s Turkey
My father always used to tell me how Turkey and Istanbul once was. His Turkey, his Istanbul. I loved to listen to his memories as if they were tales. My father used to tell me Istanbul was a place full of public beaches. Families and singles would hop on a tram, go to the next public beach … Continue reading My Father’s Turkey
Reflections 