The turning point of my life was the day I lost my dad.
I had always ignored the facts about my family. Whenever my dad tried telling me about his childhood, I behaved like selfish teenager and didn’t want to hear about that painful story.
When he died, the reality of not belonging anywhere hit me like a hurricane.
I had always ignored the facts about my family. Whenever my dad tried telling me about his childhood, I behaved like selfish teenager and didn’t want to hear about that painful story.
When he died, the reality of not belonging anywhere hit me like a hurricane.
When I was in Israel I once lost my way.
It was late and raining.
An old couple walking hand in hand offered me to join them under their umbrella.
The old women took my hand and we walk like that, the 3 of us for a moment...then she asked me: “Where are you from?”
It was late and raining.
An old couple walking hand in hand offered me to join them under their umbrella.
The old women took my hand and we walk like that, the 3 of us for a moment...then she asked me: “Where are you from?”
My home town, Yalova
My Living room, Yalova
