ISTANBUL MY FRIEND

kitzi is still having a good time in new zealand and i am right back from my long awaited trip to istanbul. in these few days i bumbled through millions of people and hundreds of homeless cats. i learnt not to inhale the smoke of shisha while watching a derwish twisting as it is fatal for my head and my stomach and i had the feeling that in istanbul everybody is your friend.

girls who visited the princess islands came back as such – crowned with floral wearlths and yearning in their hearts.

though we were advised not to touch the cats we cuddled cats in need of love. they are the true rulers of the city.

by the way crossing the bridge by fatih akin and istanbul – memories of a city by orhan pamuk boosted my anticipation months before.