Escape out of the megatropolis

April 23, 2016

Up! Lets get up! Prepare some food, very light bags, we’re heading to Kabatas to hop on a ferry. Stop for simits on the way, rush down the hill, catch the tram and we made it with 15 minutes to spare (luxury!) onto the “Baris Manco” vessel on its way to the Islands.

We eat our breakfast on the boat and then watch the multitude of birds racing along the ferry, passengers feed them, they are amazing, executing all sorts of aerial acrobatics for a bite of food thrown at them by the passengers.

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We go to Buyuk Ada, the largest island, its my first time there. Right off the ferry it is a tourist mad trap and I am not sure I like it… but a few steps in and the beauty conquers me already.

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We climb a very steep hill. There are flowers… real flowers, not planted ones, flowers that just decided to grow there and there are millions of bees, oh, the sound of bees… I look down and see cute red and black bugs, kind of like lady bugs but without the hard shell… I am dizzied by this life, I am not assimilating all this right there and then. My heart is pumping hard and I am sweating up this hill, and I am out of Istanbul with a backpack on my back and a friend at my side.

Trees. They are grey bodied, hard bodied, sturdy, heat bearing pine trees. What are they doing in the ground like this, they should be ambulating, they look like they should ambulate…

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we meet horses, flowers, hedge hogs (I had never seen a real one) dogs and cats, cows, ancient buildings, abandoned orphanage, the sea, boats, carriages (there are no gas propelled cars or vehicles on the islands) We saw the remains of mortal dreams and the eternity of the cycles of the sun and every moment was a blessing, and I kept realizing how much I needed this and how much I had forgotten what earth is like… as opposed to planet Istanbul…

I got to lay on the earth, feel its energy fill my cells, I got to breathe clean air, and see almost no one, I am so very thankful.

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Fairy tale images

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These “bags” are actually hardened cement or plaster… someone had them piled up and whatever job they were intended for, they never got used.. so they hardened on the spot, someone’s dream or project that never materialized.

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Horses appear out of nowhere, they walk in the streets, eat where they may, follow their whims through the city. The horses on the carriages work hard. Some in very, very poor condition, my ex-horsewoman’s eye cannot avoid seeing the whitened hair of scars, the unfit bits and harnesses, the protruding bones and the smell of poorly kept animals. I wonder who supervises this?

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One Response to “Escape out of the megatropolis”

  1. francoise Says:

    Tes yeux sont des tresors. Je lis une trilogie ecrite par une femme de Duncan et basee sur l’histoire de la mesopotamie, des religons, de l’islam, orthodoxes, catholiques et plus, des guerres entre elles, tout cela a travers les yeux d’une jeune femme. Comme j’adore! Les annees 1200-1250. J’ai etudie l’histoire de l’art mais jamais les details de la vie. Je lis, et je pense a toi qui vit un bout de tout cela! Quel cadeau que tu recois meme si ces moments sont parfois difficiles. L’histoire continuera a bouger…evoluer …et toi…tu auras encore ces tresors a nous raconter peut etre si tu veux…un jour. Tendre bisous! Quelle magnifique culture que tu as autour de toi, profonde et ancienne. Ca me manque ici.


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