We went shopping in the Covered Market. I bought him some blue jeans, a sweatshirt and some shoes. We bought them from Mr. Blue Jeans’ shop and then Mr. Blue Jeans took us to a shoe shop where the Little Boy chose some new shoes. Then we went to a lovely restaurant [...]
The Little Boy of
Istanbul and the waiters
of the Café by the
Mosque:
Of faith and hope
and charity
Of love,
Of conviviality.
They were talking among themselves and then one of them said to me, “did you know we were speaking Kurdish? Once this language was forbidden to be spoken in Turkey”. To which I replied, because I did [...]
There were many people involved in the search for the little boy of Istanbul. Mr. Policeman of the Turkish police force was one of them. He was actually a very nice policeman. I had been walking around the district of Eminönü carrying a brown envelope wıth the photographs of the lıttle boy, [...]
And on the third day,
I found him.
He sat across from me at the table, gazing into the lense of my camera and into me. The camera becomes an invasive tool. I feel guilty. But in his eyes, I see Truth and purity.
I sat in the Cafés by the New Mosque sipping apple teas. Sometimes, I had lunch there. All the waiters had seen the three photographs of the little boy. They knew him. Many times they told me he had been there but I had just missed him. They told me [...]
Mr. Ice Cream sold delicious ice cream near the Mosque. He had not see the Little Boy of Istanbul but he let me take a photograph of him. He performed magic tricks with the icecream cone. You are about to grab your ice cream when suddenly it disappears. He wanted me [...]
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