Istanbul is a very complicated city that carries the traces of its history like a scar. Some days, it is depressing and disturbing, while other days, it is full of hope, and its uncertainties are mixed with its smell.
Some claim that this city can become the most beautiful city in the world, but I guess only for a short moment when it wakes up from sleep.
A city that is written to be at the center of history has now turned into a multifaceted Medusa.
While waiting to meet the mercy it begs for, it is busy stirring up the feelings and souls of everyone living in it with its anger.
And now, history will not be remembered by the name of this city.
A lot of effort needs to be put into discovering this city, which has completely different corners with its night and day.
Guides that point out the parts of the city that should be visited, suggestions of experts, etc. seem to always remain insufficient suggestions.
In one way or another, the experiences people have in this city, as long as they do not close their ears to the city's screams, will always live more extraordinary stories.
As the debates of the city mix with the aroma of coffee, a future where a stranger responds to this with innocence yet feels sorrow becomes inevitable.
Like a family having to turn away from the chaos of the city and turn to each other to relieve their tiredness.
Only a native who understands why every view feels so distant and foreign can feel that this city can be quite deceptive.
But I think none of us will ever know how magnificent a child sees this city.
A mind that survives this city.
