|GEZI Days in 2013|
In Istanbul. In Turkey. With my friends. With my ex-students. With the waiters and the taxi drivers,the woman in my local fruit shop, the young soldiers, the old men playing tavla, the Nisantasi ladies and the simit sellers of Kadikoy.
And with Y.
I love Turkey despite how harsh she is and to see her being torn about like this makes my heart sink into itself.
I hold great fears for her now. Even greater than the ones I had yesterday.
My beautiful friend.