I sit down and boot up my computer, the cursor blinking on my blank document.
Mmm.. a million reasons ? I close my eyes and let my mind go over my memories of Turkey.
A flood of recollections, rays of sunshine, smiles filled with kindness, words of help, old stones full of history, mouth watering food and a nation of foodies, friendly souls, bargaining with earnestness, charm edged with vivacity, beautiful women, debonair men, organization within busyness, modernity amidst tradition, and above all -nationalist pride. All of these flash quickly before my mind’s eye.
Memories that shift and change, focus and blur, competing with each other to fill up my mind’s eye faster than an eye viewing a kaleidoscope can see a change of pattern and shape. Challenging me to put into words, what I have felt with my heart.
Turkish painting-Ebru style
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