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Imagine Istanbul - A Retrospective - In Search of the Little Boy of Istanbul


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Category: The Search

Another Person Encounters the Eyes of Yilmaz

4 April, 2008 (00:29) | The Search | No comments

One of my readers sent me a long, superbly written comment about this website on a posting about the Café Efsane. She believes that she too met the little boy of Istanbul. It our world that becomes smaller today. Truly knowing everyone is a matter of “Six Degrees of Separation”, I [...]

Meeting Again, by Chance

11 February, 2008 (04:20) | The Search | No comments

The next day, we met up by chance near the Mosque. This is a lucky sign. He was happy to see me. I was happy to see him. Yilmaz was wearing his brand new shoes. I asked him if he would come to the Covered Market to help me buy t-shirts. [...]

At the End of the Day

10 February, 2008 (09:27) | The Search | No comments

At the end of the long day, we went back to the place where the orbits of our lives had originally crossed paths. I think he understood why I wanted to go back there. Without a common language, we understand eachother. He knows I will understand. Barely with words can [...]

And Everybody Drank Tea

8 February, 2008 (09:04) | The Search | No comments

This is a simple little story about searching for a little boy to give him back the photographs of himself he gave to me. This is my story and his story and nobody shall change it, I answered to a man in Istanbul. This is my photograph and it reflects the truth [...]

The Waiters of the Cafés

27 January, 2008 (06:33) | The Search, The Waiters of the Café | No comments

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 [...]

The Street Children of Istanbul

25 January, 2008 (05:08) | The Search | 2 comments

The children of the streets of Istanbul wander the city, hang around the patios of the cafés and sell things like packets of gum and kleenex to tourists or pursue the full time occupation of shining shoes . They are wild little children, dressed in ragged clothes. These children are skilled in the [...]