Nichita Stănescu has a poetry book dedicated to his Serbian
friends and his wanderings in Belgrade. 17th June was a feast of
friendship as I've got to spend my day with Ozgur and Abhi. To me,
Istanbul is also the city of my friend and being able to celebrate
the strong connection that sparkled 8 years ago in Bologna during
our Erasmus scholarship is always a gem.
We went back to the place where, 4 years ago I've eaten the
tastiest figs filled with caimac ever. It's elegant, reasonably
priced and yummy.
The cemetery on the way back from an observation point with an Italian name I forgot gave me a glimpse into what death is like here. Lots of stray cats were everywhere, fed by the merciful people.
The hotel of future dreams. Romantic, isn't it?
Abhi and the olive tree. The most peaceful elements of
life
