Thursday, August 1st, 2019
00:12 am, İstanbul
One of the things I like about this land has happened a few minutes ago. Someone opened the volume of the music so loud that
every single most of the neighbors were out of their windows & trying to find spot the lunatic who wants to die so bad. The people of the Black Sea region are the majority here. They are joyful most of the time but when
I love how people of the Black Sea can get angry at an instant. They are faster than us, the people of the Mediterranean.
So I was expecting someone to run to the street with his gun but they just didn’t. They instantly understand that someone must be really crazy or really, really sad to listen to music that loud in the middle of the night. There were no guns, no one called the police, no one fought; most were laughing while waiting for someone to talk that people.
The “neighborhood culture”, as they say, still lives in some parts of Istanbul. It’s not for everyone. You either like it or hate it.
Me? I like these people. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because they are as they seem; no games, no masks. So, I like those people. However, I have been living here for 4 years. Already longer than my usual time to live in the same place. I need something fresh. I need to breathe. I need freedom. Freedom of location, money, time and maybe… freedom from everything.