the sounds of sea, birds, ships, prays, sunsets, Bosphorus,
balcony, palms, bridges, fighting with the horizons, irresistable flows of people, street musicians, the
islands – the sounds of silence, following the horses, getting dark, a scratch
on my face, bakeries, breads, markets, vegetable and candy sellers, flea
markets, Monet, The Museum of Innocence, the undergrounds where bazilisks used
to live, the fireworks vanishing, being sort of devoured by the greatness of
Istanbul night. the sounds... and the other miracles
