It’s been a year since I turned Imagine Istanbul into a blog format. But if you’ve been a regular reader, you would know that my site about the search for the little boy of Istanbul has been around since 2004. I also lost the domain name for one year because it expired, I was out of touch with my computer and email, somebody else snatched it up and tried to sell it. They didn’t have any luck and the domain name imagineistanbul.com expired and I quickly snatched it back because the name Imagine Istanbul belongs to my poem, my Imagine Istanbul movie, my story. If you haven’t seen the little movie I made of the poem “Imagine Istanbul”, please hop over to the Imagine Istanbul page. You’ll need the Flash player installed and your speakers on, of course.
Café Efsane
I am hoping that one day I will go back to Istanbul, find the little boy of Istanbul who is now a teenager and let him know how much creativity he inspired in me once. The last person to go back to Istanbul that tried to help me connect was my mother. She went to the cafés by the mosque, met up with the waiters of the cafés, most especially Mehmet who would speak good English and spent some time with them. Mehmet told her that Yilmaz, the little boy of Istanbul was no longer a little boy, but now a big teenager. He also told her that Yilmaz was no longer in Istanbul but had gone back to his village that was 24 hours away by bus. I wonder what he is doing now and wonder if he has forgotten me. I just know that one day, maybe when I am an old woman, I will indeed meet up again with the little boy of Istanbul. There are just things one knows in their hearts and souls.
Istanbul from the Airplane
So I’ve posted here a photograph my mother took of the waiters of the café and a great shot of Istanbul from an airplane. I was planning to go back to Istanbul this year but had decided not to, you know budget and other life obligations kind of get in the way. I have to travel to other places before Istanbul and this is just not the year to go there again. I miss Istanbul and am jealous of every single soul who has the opportunity to live there. I miss the light of the Istanbul sky, the people I knew there, the Bosphorus and the architecture, the oldness, the beauty and the decay of those weathered buildings in some districts. I miss the crowds, the markets, the mosques. Oh well. I will return one day to Istanbul.
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