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Istanbul — by impressed Ukrainian girl =)

Posted on : 17-11-2011 | By : BlackCat | In : Couch Surfing, Жизнь и хобби, Путешествия, Треп

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My suitcase is already hidden under my bed, I really hope that not for long.
Istanbul was awesome, amazing, incredible. So beautiful from all that hills and nice places which Chengiz showed me. Sometimes sunny and gold, sometimes cloudy and blue, when the night was closing in, sometimes grey during raining and in the morning, But always alive, breathing, talking, moving.

I fell in love with this city,
During that week I was thinking that its not enough eyes to see, not enough arms to hug, not enough lungs to breathe and to smell. And not enough time.
Yes, I was missing my home at last, but home in the meaning of my cute little flat with my silence and music and my staffed teddy-bears.
I wish my flat was somewhere in Besiktash — to wake up in the morning, to open my sleepy eyes to a new warm day and go out, to step on that rocky narrow street and walk slowly to a nearby cafe for a breakfast, coffee, smiles and simple talkings,
To hear that calling for praying. To drink tea in the evenings, to swear in the traffic and while looking through the car window — to observe that fantastic views of the city.
And now I am home, and outside is so cold.
I cook pumpkin and rice during the evenings, and watch fotos again, drink ayran and reply the mails, and nothing else I want,
I tried to book extra cheap tickets for flight — from Odessa thinking what if it’s a sign for me to come again this year, but didn’t succeed. So let it be.
After weekend with good rest I will go on and will search new places here.

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