You are Loved.
It’s been a while. I know.
And I have wished upon a sparkle of …
Spirit deploys me on your Galata Bridge,
The accordion of the Ezan is all I hear…
Istanbul, Constantinopole… Istanbul, Constantinopole… The famous song lyrics of “The Fall of Contantinopole”, a famous old Romanian movie, come along with the breeze.
Finding the freesias in a Turkish teacup, on a Damascene tablecloth, a scenario created by a Romanian lady, is nothing out of the ordinary in our home. By now, multiculturality is our middle name!
It’s been a while. I haven’t connected to your breeze, of late. You know I love walking by your windy shores, dearest Bosphorus.