I haven't posted in a while. Lots of things happened in
between. It's quite difficult to catch up with your past because
whether you want it or not you have to use a folder system. So then
it basically comes up to decisions: what to keep and what to ditch.
Looking behind, we either idealize or let ourselves caught in
melancholy. There's no middle path.
I guess I will be posting sequential photos and today I have
chosen to start with my last day in Turkey. The anamnesis by
definition means to go back and follow the reverse path into the
labyrinth.
so it all starts with a palace (Dolmabahçe Palace)
situated in the Besiktas district of Istanbul.
Back in 2014, on my second visit to Istanbul, during a
city-break with my girls, we missed that. It covered the dusty
floors of my things-to-do-inner-house for more than 4 years. It
lays on the European side of the Bosphorus like a pearl and it has
splendid gardens, white, chalky walls, and huge and luxurious
rooms.
There are treasures inside and treasures outside, among the
little pebbles, the green ponds, and the colourful feathers.
Abhi was there with curious, boyish wide-open eyes and I was
there hidden behind the eye of the phone camera most of the times.
And when I wasn't, I was trying to freeze time and steal
immortality from within the frame of a photo.
