Despite what’s happening in Turkey now.
I feel it will always be a part of me.
The time at the dawn, the morning call for prayer.
The humidity of Istanbul.
The ferries. The seagulls. The Bosphorus.
Camilar.
The bridges. Omnipresent.
Even if I don’t live here anymore.
çay - it will always be a symbol for me. Something that nowhere else tastes the same.