Imagine Istanbul

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, asking people if they had seen the boy and showing the photographs. Most people had seen the little boy or knew the boy’s father. Some knew of where he lived, some knew his father’s profession. Everybody had a tale to tell.

The first words the Turkish policeman said to me were: “Is there a problem?” I was surrounded by dozens of boys and men clamoring to get a look at the photographs in the brown envelope. The policeman wanted to see the photographs too and everybody started telling him the “facts of the case”, according to their knowledge. The tourist woman was looking for the little boy. And when he saw the photographs of the beautiful little boy, he realized the only problem was that I couldn’t find this little boy. Human curiousity makes us all forget who we are. It is an equalizer. Then, the very nice Turkish policeman gave me his cell phone number.

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