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.
Another must is the fish sandwich near the bridge.
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 mo