Imagine Istanbul

This is the Kurdish verison of the poem. It is interesting because we rarely see or hear the Kurdish language spoken or written anywhere. Légerina zarokek biçuk li Stenbol Xeyal bike Stenbol, Rubarén digihaştin bahré Keştiyén bi rédiketin Av dibirikin Çunehatén di coşiyan Li pira Galata’yé Li cihé ku mér masi digirtin U mirovén ji [...]

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Not only did I have the sky of pink and gold and the goulettes and tankers streaming down from the Black Sea to the Marmara to watch, but from my lovely black iron work balcony at the Bebek Hotel, there were the waiters and the rich people drinking coffee below. So every morning instead of [...]

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