Mr. Blue Jeans owned a shop on the second floor of the Covered Market. Tourists rarely go to the second floor. His little shop sold t-shirts, jeans, sweatshirts and belts. Yusuf and I went there first when my search began for the little boy because Yusuf had to return a pair of [...]
Mehmet, a handsome young man worked at the Café Efsane. In this story, he was the invisible translator. Because Yilmaz and I could not speak the same language, Mehmet was able to translate instantaneously as I asked questions, Yilmaz answered or Yilmaz ask his questions and I answered. Mehmet had a very [...]
The Café by the New Mosque was called the Café Efsane.
Whenever friends were going to Istanbul, I would ask if they would go and say hello to the waiters of the Café Efsane and maybe look for the little boy Yilmaz. Some of my friends took my photos with them to give to the [...]
So we took a taxi to Ortaköy to walk around the market by the edge of the Bosphorus.
When we got a taxi, Yilmaz was the perfect little gentleman. He treated me like a princess, opening the taxi door for me, gesturing like a fine gentleman that this was our taxi to Ortaköy [...]
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 [...]
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