TE16 Turkish Delight

Medusa Day to Die was ringing in my ears ceaselessly. I had quite adapted myself to this idea. As I listened to it again and again, the lyrics transformed into my thoughts. I liked playing the victim. I felt like if I disappeared, everything would get better. For instance, that instructor who kept writing me letters and said that my existence crushed his soul would find peace. That rule setting, boring man who couldn’t able to desist from communicating with me and in his every communication, drowned in his simple implications squeezed among his little words and is used to defining his patriarchy over female sexuality. Obviously, my rebellious character had provoked him, but all I had to do was being disinterested. For, themud rubs all over you. It foreshadows the meaning of rebellion, and sucks you into homo sapiens relations adorned with primitive urges. There isn’t a person on the opposite of you, there is an urge. Putting all these nonsenses aside, I left the village indefinitely and unannounced to continue my work in Istanbul. There was something trying to get out of me, and whatever it was, I had decided to face it. I remember that my last visit to Istanbul was for a launching party of a completed project. After that, staying a bit longer, I had gifted myself with a holiday. Right at that time, a friend of mine, Sintom, who was visiting to tour temples in Turkey told me that he would be coming to Istanbul as his first stop and asked if I would like to accompany him. His timing was excellent. I accepted it. In the first couple of days we visited and be done with Hagia Sophia which was on his list, Mimar Sinan’s apprenticeship work Süleymaniye Mosque which is almost a city in itself, Chora Church in hopes to find the past’s trails, Hagia Triada Church with its gracious dome, Galata Dervish Lodge 247