Twice I’ve been in Istanbul so far. Both times the feeling that there is too little time to explore everything around was more powerful than anywhere else I visited. First thing that comes to my mind when I think of Istanbul is the sheer size of it and immediately I remember the images of the city disheveling on both sides of the Bosphorus Strait, gigantic, uncontainable to the view, even from the window-seat of an incoming plane.
And then some more: the streets, the colors, the ferries, the mosques, the cats, the street-art the fishermen. The flags, everywhere, red, the fresh pomegranate juice, squeezed right in front of you on any street corner, the spices, the tobacco, the sunsets, the dolmuş, the nice old neighborhood of Kadıköy right on the Asian side with its endless markets, the tea, the sweets, the smells, Galata, Taksim, By Retro – the biggest and oldest vintage shop in Istanbul, the riot police and the masses of tourists and locals mingling on İstiklal Caddesi. The frenzy. The hive. The calmness of it all right before sunrise.
Fritzi was there for an Erasmus semester and seeing her again after having missed her for so long came included with bits of soothing reconnection and nice couple travelling. In all this, love, with all its bittersweetness of longing and missing, desperation and hoping, while trying to spend as much time together as possible, felt very intense. I knew then that there would be more to follow.
This gallery is the first in a series on Turkey.