The power of the time has been felt in the borders of the gorgeous tall walls of Rumeli Hisar, which has the roots since the Ottoman Empire and has been saved as the original view of it. Actually, it is hard to say exactly how it was in Ottoman time but it still smells as that period with its mysterious secrets and hidden histories of different people lives and different colors of times. It was 24th of April when I visited Rumeli Hisar, and after that day I seriously decided that I would remember this special day, because I was too much liked this as the fairly castle historical place. The weather was perfectly shiny and good. I was not alone but with my closest friends, and I think that it was by chance that I shared this visiting with the beloved people of mines. When we enter the place, there was security man who was controlling the museum cards, some of us who do not have the card paid for it three liras. Hopefully, it was not that expensive, since the cost might be also the reason for the student to decide not to enter. Finally, when we came in the territory of the place that bears history and smells with the passed time, it comes that I was transformed back to the history which is actually unknown for me. If I have any information or ideas about Ottoman Empire I realized that it is not enough just read the historical books about but it is more influential when you walk on the roads that were once used differently, I could realize and more I felt that I could imagine how the soldiers, dressed in traditional but at the same time military form, riding the horse, and might be trying to plan how to protect the lands from the cruelty. I do not know but the roads that were not flat but with gabs, seemed for me as it was used by people who were riding the horses because it might be hard to walk around by self. The path was made by the stones and the steps that were followed to the up, as you are going to visit the sky, were also made by stones. The surround was full of nature as if was park, there was different colorful and beautiful flowers and the tall tress. After some time I saw the kale, I realized that there was entrance and when I entered in I could see the empty space, the shape of the building was round and there was the ancient elevator, the place was dark and gothic. The walls of the building were also built with stones; the smell inside of it was heavy because it was close and old place. At the top of it there was the nest of the pigeons, they were fluttering in the circle and making the sound, it even sounded highly because of the acoustic and echoic structure of it. Then after I went out, I decided to go up following the steps and wondering to where hey would bring me, they were as the guides of the place in order to help the guests the beauties of the little and hidden world. I was a little bit afraid of high, when I looked to the down my head was turning around I understood that it would be better if I would not look but just close my eyes and try to feel each step under my feet and follow the way. Finally when I found my destination and when I opened my eyes I was just shocked by the view of the Bosporus, I shake my head to realize whether all I saw was real or not, and when I was standing and observing the mysterious view I asked my self if there was a point that was shared by all people who were as me standing and enjoying the life at this exactly moment, I was wonder what was passed in the minds of people at this instant, were they just looking or trying to compare with another happy moment of their lives, and after I felt sorry because I wanted to be there with my family. And then as I wrote above I was wonder if there was the shared idea or feeling between all visitors than I became happy because it came to me as if all visitors would thing about real love toward the Creator who is one that created this beautiful land of beauty. You stand on the top of the kale, the place from where you could see the sea and sky together and just in between there were ships, seagulls and people, but all the details were just decoration for the blue color of the sea and sky, there was difference between these two blue colors, the sky was more brighter than the sea. The wind at the top was more powerful than in the down, it passed through the fingers and the clothes were dancing. It some time made the sound while passing near the ears. I sat down on the bench that was there, the time was stopped, the seagulls were fluttering in the sky, the green trees with the white flowers on them made the eyes get the attention, and I thought that this place, this bench and all around were the witnesses of the interesting stories about lovers, who came there in order to tell each other about their feelings because it was not just the romantic place but also because it made one feel as if he or she in the Paradise.
I heard somewhere one anecdote about Istanbul that no one trust in weather, money, and women of Istanbul. It seems true when it comes to weather since, it is very changeable. You might think that weather would be fine, because from your window it seems like that but immediately when you go out you realize that is not. Mostly the weather could change its mood during the day, the morning it might be cold but after you would probably take your clothes off. It was the day of 29th April when we decided to go to sahil with my cousin because she is from Ankara, that why she likes to see water when she visits me. When we came to sahil we were freeze by the cold wind coming from water as I said that weather was shiny when we went out from the dorm but when we came to sahil the weather was changed. Nevertheless it did not mean that our mood was changed since we still were happy that we could come here after the hard week and full of psychological depressive thinking about the exams that are waiting for us. I thought that it was the right time to take breath of fresh air, make your mind leave all concerns and just take pleasure from the walking by the seaside. One of my friends said me to taste one traditional food in sahil, it was gozleme, and it did not mean that it was relate only to this place but it was true that during all way there were many small cafes where you could eat the gozleme, but she advised me to eat it in one special place. Actually, I did not remember the name of this place but I found it because she said me that it was first café among the rest of them and the cook of the café would be a woman with the age of your grandmother. It was easy to find, and the woman who prepared our food was very polite and kind. She asked us whether the gozleme would with cheese or potato, then we decided to eat with both potato mixed with the cheese. After we went near to sea, it was darker than as usual because the sun was set and water started to loose the one who brightened the face of water. It was as in fairly tale, the whole surface of water was as the mirror of the sky, we could see the darkens of the sky as the reflection in the water. The view was taken to frame in my mind, since I knew that I would miss these my university days when after hard week I could come to sahil and enjoy the view of it, all problems and fears in one moment were disappeared or they ere seemed no more that hard because the aura of the place made me realize that in my whole life I might be faced with different problems but in these place I also understood that it was not the center of my life and it was that important. The water of sahil drew the same picture of the sky, and I thought that actually in human life there are things that are the reflection of our inner world, they might be our fears or our problems, but then I realized that they might be as the water gorgeously chose the beauty of the sky, as the example for humans, we could decide what would be the reflection of our world. I think we just have to sit and realize that our lives are not just full of hard times but on the contrary we all time could be happy no meter if we still somewhere could feel the concerns in us, we at the same time could be fine. It is us who choose what will be the face of our inner world. I wrote too much about the psychology that I got during to trip in my inner side, it was unbelievable but we started to talk after I guess 15 minutes, since it was jut me who was in my thinking but my cousin too. After I asked her what made us drive inside of our thinking, she answered that it was water. It was similar to diving in water that we actually dived but in this moment it was not water but our consciousness. We were sitting and speaking about the beauty of the nature about water, the reflection of the sky, the cold wind that made us cold, and even about gozleme we ate. One of the best views I liked to observe was the time of sunset, it was as you really could see the movement of the sun. The sun became as the prince of the sky who after whole day could not find the moon princess and decided to come after taking some rest because it was very tired since, it walked all the way of the world, but he did not know that his beloved moon waked up at the time when he went to sleep. All this fairly tale we could see with my cousin, because when we observed the sun on the background to the sky is changed to water it was perfectly seen the motion of the sun was setting down, since the day no one could see how sun was moving and even it would be hard because it would hurt the eyes but in time of sunset the sun did not hurt our eyes and after it totally disappeared the sky was dark and the stars were taken own places we saw the moon and the reflection of it on the surface of the water was romantically wonderful. If the reflection of the sun on the face of the water gave us the hope for future and brightened our souls then the moon reflection changed the surroundings to the romantic atmosphere. We wanted to sit there until the sun would come back but then realized that the coldness of the night started to be stronger, that was why we took our last look on the sea, take the last picture of it, and finally take our way to dorm.
I heard somewhere one anecdote about Istanbul that no one trust in weather, money, and women of Istanbul. It seems true when it comes to weather since, it is very changeable. You might think that weather would be fine, because from your window it seems like that but immediately when you go out you realize that is not. Mostly the weather could change its mood during the day, the morning it might be cold but after you would probably take your clothes off. It was the day of 29th April when we decided to go to sahil with my cousin because she is from Ankara, that why she likes to see water when she visits me. When we came to sahil we were freeze by the cold wind coming from water as I said that weather was shiny when we went out from the dorm but when we came to sahil the weather was changed. Nevertheless it did not mean that our mood was changed since we still were happy that we could come here after the hard week and full of psychological depressive thinking about the exams that are waiting for us. I thought that it was the right time to take breath of fresh air, make your mind leave all concerns and just take pleasure from the walking by the seaside. One of my friends said me to taste one traditional food in sahil, it was gozleme, and it did not mean that it was relate only to this place but it was true that during all way there were many small cafes where you could eat the gozleme, but she advised me to eat it in one special place. Actually, I did not remember the name of this place but I found it because she said me that it was first café among the rest of them and the cook of the café would be a woman with the age of your grandmother. It was easy to find, and the woman who prepared our food was very polite and kind. She asked us whether the gozleme would with cheese or potato, then we decided to eat with both potato mixed with the cheese. After we went near to sea, it was darker than as usual because the sun was set and water started to loose the one who brightened the face of water. It was as in fairly tale, the whole surface of water was as the mirror of the sky, we could see the darkens of the sky as the reflection in the water. The view was taken to frame in my mind, since I knew that I would miss these my university days when after hard week I could come to sahil and enjoy the view of it, all problems and fears in one moment were disappeared or they ere seemed no more that hard because the aura of the place made me realize that in my whole life I might be faced with different problems but in these place I also understood that it was not the center of my life and it was that important. The water of sahil drew the same picture of the sky, and I thought that actually in human life there are things that are the reflection of our inner world, they might be our fears or our problems, but then I realized that they might be as the water gorgeously chose the beauty of the sky, as the example for humans, we could decide what would be the reflection of our world. I think we just have to sit and realize that our lives are not just full of hard times but on the contrary we all time could be happy no meter if we still somewhere could feel the concerns in us, we at the same time could be fine. It is us who choose what will be the face of our inner world. I wrote too much about the psychology that I got during to trip in my inner side, it was unbelievable but we started to talk after I guess 15 minutes, since it was jut me who was in my thinking but my cousin too. After I asked her what made us drive inside of our thinking, she answered that it was water. It was similar to diving in water that we actually dived but in this moment it was not water but our consciousness. We were sitting and speaking about the beauty of the nature about water, the reflection of the sky, the cold wind that made us cold, and even about gozleme we ate. One of the best views I liked to observe was the time of sunset, it was as you really could see the movement of the sun. The sun became as the prince of the sky who after whole day could not find the moon princess and decided to come after taking some rest because it was very tired since, it walked all the way of the world, but he did not know that his beloved moon waked up at the time when he went to sleep. All this fairly tale we could see with my cousin, because when we observed the sun on the background to the sky is changed to water it was perfectly seen the motion of the sun was setting down, since the day no one could see how sun was moving and even it would be hard because it would hurt the eyes but in time of sunset the sun did not hurt our eyes and after it totally disappeared the sky was dark and the stars were taken own places we saw the moon and the reflection of it on the surface of the water was romantically wonderful. If the reflection of the sun on the face of the water gave us the hope for future and brightened our souls then the moon reflection changed the surroundings to the romantic atmosphere. We wanted to sit there until the sun would come back but then realized that the coldness of the night started to be stronger, that was why we took our last look on the sea, take the last picture of it, and finally take our way to dorm.
I realized that just a few weeks are left and they are very important weeks because they are last weeks of our being students with the free time and that is why I advised my friends to go to Adalar just before the exam week in order to have a good stimuli to work hard and be ready to our last exams, because we are going to graduate the university. It was 7th of May, the weather was perfectly good for such travel, and we were clothed in special dress, I mean more comfortable for riding the bicycle. We came to the port and took the tickets for the ship because we should cross the sea for one hour and after we arrived we took coach with the horse because we brought with us a lot of stuff for playing different games and an oven to fry the meat. The way to our final settlement was taken by a long way, it was near to sea, during the way I observed the surroundings, every where I could see the green pine trees and colorful flowers. When we came to the place we settled, we took out all stuffs and before we decided to have our breakfast since it was early morning when we left our dorm. After the breakfast, we wanted to see every thing over the island and that was why we rented the bikes. The riding bike gave pleasure and gave the chance to observe the surroundings of the island. There were big decorated houses I was not sure if there were used but they were beautiful and the way they were constructed was smartly designed because they were all as the soldiers, standing in one line and similar to each other. The roads on island were up or down, therefore it was difficult to ride the bike to up, but still it was pleasant. The adrenalin in the blood was increased when we passed the roads very fast and in the corners without any information what we might be faced with and the wind that touched the face gave the feeling as we were flying, we turned swiftly and after repeated this a few times. It gave the feeling of freedom when we felt how the soft wind touched your face while you on bike to the way we actually did not know where it brought us. I mostly liked to think about the beauty of the life while riding the bike and observing the beauty of the nature. Then when we came to our place of settlement, we saw one small castle, it was near to sea. The door of the castle was closed but still I was wonder what might be inside of it. Actually, it was the small decorated building in the style of the castle and even the opportunity to get in was difficult as if we were in the times of kings and knights, when the access to enter inside of the castle was possible just for the member of it. In order to have the good mood and not spoil it, we decided to take a picture near to the castle, the view was gorgeous because by the left side there was this castle and by the right sea view. The white seagulls were fluttering all over the sea and it was like the ritual or dance of the birds, despite the fact we did not understand what was the reason of their flying in the sky as in the waltz.
By the afternoon, we started to fry the meat and make the hamburgers. We sat near to that castle, on the green grass and ate the delicious hamburgers, I realized that in the fresh air and in the atmosphere of green nature it happened to me that every time I wanted to eat something, as if I collect the energy to play games and ride the bike. As Aristotle said that after well lunch time it is good to have a good time of sleeping, but really this place was not only good for the sake of appetite but also for taking rest. Then, under hot and shinny sun we laid on the ground and took a rest for a while. It was not the day for just lying on the ground but playing the games, we brought kites even though I did not know how I should use it, after hard attempts I decided to play a ball with my friends, and it gave me more pleasure the kites. The day was very nice, especially the time of sunset because it was very beautiful to observe the sun that was going to set. Finally, we took our stuffs and left the place.
The festival of different cultures meets under one roof of our Fatih University on 3rd, 4th, and 5th of May. The opening ceremony was on the first day of the festival and held on the open area of football court. The foreign students of Fatih dressed in own traditional clothes, that was very beautiful. The different colors of dresses looked like as if the rainbow was appeared on the green color of the earth and blue color of the sky, the shapes of the hats showed how rich the cultures could be and performances of the dances and songs on the stage made one place as the one universe of all humanity. The speaker of the ceremony was Kemal Gulen, the known speaker of the news of STV channel. The rector of the University made a good speech about being one unity without any racial differences, and being all equal. After the rector’s speech the ambassadors of different countries supported the speech of the rector. The chorus of Fatih University sang the song about 7colors and 7 continents, written by Musa, the student of Fatih University, the song was performed in 5different languages such; Arabic, Vietnamese, Turkish, Kazakh, and English. African dance made all students dance together. Finally, at the end of the ceremony the balloons were thrown into air, they were after some time vanished in the sky. After the ceremony all guests visited all stands of cultures inside of the white tent. Each stand demonstrated own culture by means of stuff inside every stand and traditional food that was cooked by the girl students.
The traditional dances and songs of cultures were performed inside of white temple after the main opening ceremony. All stands were decorated with the traditional furniture, clothes, pictures of the country, and some special traditional delights. One student of Fatih University took a video of every stand and every student of each stand made a speech about being in Turkey and studying in Fatih. The stage inside this white temple was used all the day, there were the performances of traditional songs and dances, which made all guests dance and song together with the dancers and singers. The best dance that I liked much was the Caucasian dance and the song I liked was the Russian song about the mysterious and beauties of the East, performed by the student from Kazakhstan. Three days of the festival were similar to each other that was why in some sense after second day I was bored but still enjoyed because I could see my friends from different countries, trying demonstrate own culture as me.
The place of the restaurant, called Yunus Balikci, was in Eminonu under the Galata Bridge. Actually, I came here to buy a present to my friend in Kapali Carsi, and when I finished my searching for a gift then I felt hungry. Once one of my friends said about this restaurant, known by delicious fish and low price that was really well suit to a student. There were about ten restaurants as Yunus Balikci with also delicious fish, but I preferred Yunus Balikci, we sit outside of the restaurant because the weather was very fine and sunny. The smell of the Bosporus was gorgeous and it at the same time was smelt with fish. The soft wind brought the smell of water mixed with the smell of fish. The rustle of the waves that hit the rocks were sounded as the symphony of the water dancing. To this dance the seagulls were involved, since they were fluttering in the sky and flying in circle were performing their dance to all nature. As the payment for their performance they were waiting for the piece of the bread that observers gave them.
After five of seven minutes our fishes were on the table. The smell of fried fish was really smelt perfectly that made one eat it with appetite. I dropped some lemon juice on the fish to make it a little bit sour because it tastes better with the lemon. They fried the fish in the special ceramic dishes in order to make it delicious and special. They brought it me in this ceramic plate, and it was still hot that I had waited for five minutes. The process of the cooking we could see because it did not one in the kitchen but in outside, there was the oven and I could see how my fish was fried. Actually, there were so many different kinds of fishes, and I preferred to eat Pelamut because my mother often cooked for us exactly this fish, because it has a lot of E vitamins and makes the brain work fast and proper. Nevertheless, when I saw the octopus on the table with another fishes, it made my stomach bad because of the appearance of this fish.
After we drank the Turkish tea, and in silence started to observe the ships that were leaving and some of them coming back. The place of the restaurant was very perfectly chosen because it was not this delicious fish but also the windy and at the same time sunny weather, the seagulls were fluttering in the sky, and the smell of both fresh and fried fishes. It is good place to relax, to breathe the fresh and clean air, and even to write the poems about nature because the place would be inspired every one who decides to write here. The images of nature are like a picturesque of the collection of sublime feelings because of the wonderful images of the nature of blue sky, pure water, and the sound of the water waves, the white seagulls and the scene of the rise or set down of the sun.
It was the cold day of February; I remembered how people were walking quickly, they wore the warm clothes and by their red faces it was clearly understood how they were cold. Surprisingly I did not feel the freeze of the Ankara’s weather because I was in panic, since it was the last day of apply for UDS exam. Therefore, I came to Bilkent University for my registration to the exam. At the beginning, I did not actually look around because firstly I had to done my registration, I was a little bit nervous because the password for registration to the exam I forgot in Istanbul and I had no opportunity to get it. When I came to the student affair office, there were one man and two young students of this university; they were the participants, who might be the part time workers of the office. I had explained my problem and they really helped me by calling to the ministry of education to ask my password, and finally when I got it I understood how kind was the personal stuff of this university. After a hard efforts and good conclusions I wanted to see the university itself, because I was wondered about the history of this university, which is regarded as one of the best universities of Turkey. The first what made me curious about was the size of the territory of the university, since while we were entering the university I saw the forest of university that means that university is bigger than Fatih University in five or six times, and the fact that we could enter the university by shuttle bus that was going around of the university, was the reason of its huge territory. In the Bilkent forest there were a lot of green pine trees, which were tall and beautiful. The trees were stood as if they as people suffered because of the cold weather. It was windy that was why these trees were as if they were dancing.
Then, I realized that the distance between the buildings are pretty far away from each other, which means that in ten minutes break the students of this university might use this break just for going to another class. The beautiful buildings were different in shape, size and even color. Every department has own building, the most original building for me was the architecture building, because it was not that big as others and the color of the building was white. When I got in the inside of the building, I could see how the whole walls of this building were covered with different pictures of architecture and design. After, I with my cousin went to the place of statue, the path between the buildings and the statues on the way. I liked the statue of a student who was died, and the statue actually was the symbol of the hard will, because in the reality there was such a student who said that would finish the university in two years. Nevertheless, nobody believed her, and after two years she finished the university and in the ceremony of her graduation from the university, she died in the car accident and she was honored in such kind of way that Bilkent University decided to make her statue for hard will and the perfect motivation for other students. The statue was dark grey and made of the stone, the face of the young girl was directed to the sky, as she was the aristocrat and who actually proud of herself because of her position in the society. In some sense, she looked like as the Greek female warrior, who fought for the freedom. She was in Greek dress; the breast part of the dress was a little bit open and she held the books in her hands. I was impressed because it gave me at the same time the contrast feelings of amazement and pity at all. It seemed as if she knew that she had a little time to get her education that was why she tried to finish her university in two years.
When we decide to leave university, we got in the shuttle bus and during the way, I observed the surround of the territory, there were different buildings, small cafeterias, the huge library, and even the dormitory of both girl and boy students was inside of the university. At the entrance of the university, there was another statue, which I also liked. It was the statue of Ataturk and two students, and at the top of it there was a reference that Ataturk seemed to declare to these students, he said that all good qualities of humanity were taken from the education and enlightened mind of the person who tried to be aware of. In one word, I really liked the university because I could see the art every where inside of the buildings as well as in outside on the way of the paths.
It was Wednesday, the day when I with my friends decided to go to the ceremony of short films. Actually, it was at eight o’ clock that was hard to go some where after classes in the tired mood. We went there by bus; the location of the ceremony was Maslak, the Asian side of Istanbul. I guess it took two and half hours to get there. Finally, when we came there, I could see the known faces to me, because there were people from our university, since this program was arranged by the Fatih University. There were students, professors and even the personal stuff of university. The building was not that big but the stage and the salon of it were pretty enough big to handle such kind of big and important organization.
At the beginning of the ceremony there was a cocktail about one hour, people were standing and drinking tea while the conversation with each other. Then, when we entered to the salon and got the suitable place for ourselves, we started to observe the stage that was prepared to the performance. Actually, there was just speaker, who called the famous people of Turkey on the stage to give the chance to the participants from different universities to take their rewards from the important people of Turkey. There were Turkan Shoray, diplomats, the directors of different holdings and the famous people of media, who one by one took their places on stage in order to give the award to the winners. The faces of participants were in the admiration and in wait for the hope, this kind of situation made even the audience became in some sense worry about the people we actually did not know.
When it came to the issue of the rewards, there were tree categories of this competition, it was consisted the documentary, the animation and the fiction. About 200 participants had participated to the competition and just nine of them got the award. The award for third place was the payment for 1500 liras, for second place it was for 3000 and finally for first place they gave the ticket for the winners of first place from three categories. It was the ticket to New York, where they could get the art education in Art Academia for six months.
All short films, which were honored by prize and fame were not totally showed, if one fiction is in about five minutes, the audience could see just part of it. Fortunately, we had the chance to watch the first place for short film of fiction that was performed by a young student from another university, but not Fatih because there was nobody from the Fatih University who attended the competition. The theme of the fiction of first place was about the young man who saw how the wallet of one old man felt on the ground, firstly he run after him to give the wallet back but after when he saw that the wallet was full of money he decided to keep it because actually nobody saw him taking this wallet, by even by his face it was clearly seen how he actually was not comfort with this. After he left the place, and on the way to house, he was hit by the notebook that felt from the sky, he shocked when he opened this notebook because he saw the photos of his firstly trying to give the wallet back but after his keeping it, he understood that every episodes of our lives were observed by One who sent him the message. He immediately run back to the old man that suddenly he faced with him on the corner of the building. This old man as this young man has the same notebook; it means that he knew that the young man kept his wallet. The message of this short film was about being morally true, because we will be faced with all our bad deeds one day, and it will be the shame for us.
At the end of the ceremony, every one in the salon was very exited by the program, because it was really enjoyment for people who attended the ceremony. When we came to the entrance, I saw the windows with the lights, inside of which the re were the art furniture and the picture of the famous actors of 80s. Since, they had the hair style as in the 80s and even the dress resembled to those times. I think that for such ceremonies they should rent the building bigger than that, because it was really little bit small, but the ceremony was excellent.
One of my friends asked me to go with her to the hospital, since she had some problems with her health. It was the Safa Hospital that we came to visit the doctor. The hospital is located in Yenibosna, not on the way of e5 but very deep of it. Actually it was at the beginning hard to find it, but after we used the taxi, we came very fast because it was near to the bus station. The hospital is not local but private, that why it was not that crowded as in the local hospitals. Although the hospital was private, it was not that beautiful, new and clean. It seemed for me as if we were in local one, because there was nothing extra different from the local hospitals. It does not mean that local hospitals are bad and dirty but I mean that when you pay more the advantages of this hospital should be also according to its pay. Nevertheless, in one point all hospitals are same; they are all full of ill people, who come to the hospital in order to get well. When we were waiting for out turn, we could see different people with different kind of illnesses; they all were suffered because of the pain. Their faces were pale and ignored by the surround. They did not deal with the outside of the world but imprisoned inside of their worries. The eyes of these people were looking down and even some of them were closed. They were all in the bad mood, full of thinking and eternal confused problems. There were not just ill people but also the people who tried to help them, they were in white clothes, the symbol of purity and good intention. It is also white because they deal with the medicine that should be dealt with the clean hands and clean appearance, because in some sense it is also the guarantee of good result, psychologically when the ill patient would communicate with his or her doctor in the white clothes, he or she will trust the doctor that is also very important. While waiting we saw the passing doctors with tubes and medicine in their hands, ill people who were waiting as we did. The atmosphere of sadness and disability, because there are two sides, people who were ill and doctors who tried to cure them. Even the smell of the inside of the hospital different from fresh and clean air, it smelt with medicine every where. I guess after some time people start to get used to this smell. I could realize one truth for me that the illness does not choose according to age or social background, because there were people with different ages and diverse social backgrounds, that actually makes all us one in one common issue, there were ill children as well as the adults, there might be people from middle classes as well as from working classes. In one instance, I felt myself as if I were in the time of war, by every second the rise of ill grows in my eyes, and people who were seriously in bad condition. By seeing such scenes you start to realize how it is wonderful when you have the One of my friends asked me to go with her to the hospital, since she had some problems with her health. It was the Safa Hospital that we came to visit the doctor. The hospital is located in Yenibosna, not on the way of e5 but very deep of it. Actually it was at the beginning hard to find it, but after we used the taxi, we came very fast because it was near to the bus station. The hospital is not local but private, that why it was not that crowded as in the local hospitals. Although the hospital was private, it was not that beautiful, new and clean. It seemed for me as if we were in local one, because there was nothing extra different from the local hospitals. It does not mean that local hospitals are bad and dirty but I mean that when you pay more the advantages of this hospital should be also according to its pay. Nevertheless, in one point all hospitals are same; they are all full of ill people, who come to the hospital in order to get well. When we were waiting for out turn, we could see different people with different kind of illnesses; they all were suffered because of the pain. Their faces were pale and ignored by the surround. They did not deal with the outside of the world but imprisoned inside of their worries. The eyes of these people were looking down and even some of them were closed. They were all in the bad mood, full of thinking and eternal confused problems. There were not just ill people but also the people who tried to help them, they were in white clothes, the symbol of purity and good intention. It is also white because they deal with the medicine that should be dealt with the clean hands and clean appearance, because in some sense it is also the guarantee of good result, psychologically when the ill patient would communicate with his or her doctor in the white clothes, he or she will trust the doctor that is also very important. While waiting we saw the passing doctors with tubes and medicine in their hands, ill people who were waiting as we did. The atmosphere of sadness and disability, because there are two sides, people who were ill and doctors who tried to cure them. Even the smell of the inside of the hospital different from fresh and clean air, it smelt with medicine every where. I guess after some time people start to get used to this smell. I could realize one truth for me that the illness does not choose according to age or social background, because there were people with different ages and diverse social backgrounds, that actually makes all us one in one common issue, there were ill children as well as the adults, there might be people from middle classes as well as from working classes. In one instance, I felt myself as if I were in the time of war, by every second the rise of ill grows in my eyes, and people who were seriously in bad condition. By seeing such scenes you start to realize how it is wonderful when you have the good health. One of my friends asked me to go with her to the hospital, since she had some problems with her health. It was the Safa Hospital that we came to visit the doctor. The hospital is located in Yenibosna, not on the way of e5 but very deep of it. Actually it was at the beginning hard to find it, but after we used the taxi, we came very fast because it was near to the bus station. The hospital is not local but private, that why it was not that crowded as in the local hospitals. Although the hospital was private, it was not that beautiful, new and clean. It seemed for me as if we were in local one, because there was nothing extra different from the local hospitals. It does not mean that local hospitals are bad and dirty but I mean that when you pay more the advantages of this hospital should be also according to its pay. Nevertheless, in one point all hospitals are same; they are all full of ill people, who come to the hospital in order to get well. When we were waiting for out turn, we could see different people with different kind of illnesses; they all were suffered because of the pain. Their faces were pale and ignored by the surround. They did not deal with the outside of the world but imprisoned inside of their worries. The eyes of these people were looking down and even some of them were closed. They were all in the bad mood, full of thinking and eternal confused problems. There were not just ill people but also the people who tried to help them, they were in white clothes, the symbol of purity and good intention. It is also white because they deal with the medicine that should be dealt with the clean hands and clean appearance, because in some sense it is also the guarantee of good result, psychologically when the ill patient would communicate with his or her doctor in the white clothes, he or she will trust the doctor that is also very important. While waiting we saw the passing doctors with tubes and medicine in their hands, ill people who were waiting as we did. The atmosphere of sadness and disability, because there are two sides, people who were ill and doctors who tried to cure them. Even the smell of the inside of the hospital different from fresh and clean air, it smelt with medicine every where. I guess after some time people start to get used to this smell. I could realize one truth for me that the illness does not choose according to age or social background, because there were people with different ages and diverse social backgrounds, that actually makes all us one in one common issue, there were ill children as well as the adults, there might be people from middle classes as well as from working classes. In one instance, I felt myself as if I were in the time of war, by every second the rise of ill grows in my eyes, and people who were seriously in bad condition. By seeing such scenes you start to realize how it is wonderful when you have the good health.
The café is famous by its collection of different kinds of teas from all over the world. We could see the different names of tea and even wanted to taste some of them. For instance, I drank the tea made by rose, it was smelt as the rose and the taste was very different and even bizarre from what we get used to drink. Nevertheless, it was not so bad, because I finished drinking it. There were also coffees with different smells, hot chocolate, and nargile with different aromas. Some of my friends drank coffee, some of them ate the pastas and cheesecake, and there was even ice cream. After tea, I liked to eat ice cream with different fruits, for instance strawberry, vanilla, kiwi, and lemon. I liked the sour one that was the ice cream of the lemon.
The name of the café came from the Ottoman times, during the Ottoman Empire; the places where the generals of army were lived were named as Aga Kapisi. The place was politically very important and not every one who wanted to enter there could do it. The prohibition was given just for soldiers and political leaders. That is why the decoration and furniture of this café are remind the times of Ottoman Empire and whole wall on the second floor were painted with the Ottoman soldiers. The building itself was about tree floors and on each one there were old furniture of old times. For instance, the gramophone, the old telephone, the furniture with the old ornaments, the second floor’s walls were painted with the soldiers whereas in the first floor I could see million of bottles with different kinds of teas. Finally, the third floor had the wall made by glass; because of this it was possible to see whole Bosporus. It was a night time that was why it was hard to see every thing outside but all view was full of little sparkle lights. I could see just the lines of the ships but it was hard to see what kind of ship it was, the color of it was dark because of the reflection of the darkness of the night, but I could see the colors of lights, they were green, red, but most yellow lights. The place was very romantic with the music there played. It was not song with words but the soft and slow music. I liked this place because of the view at nights and the originality of this café in terms of the old style of it.
The third floor was used to smoking nargile; I guess the tradition comes from Ottoman times. It was hard t o sit there if you are someone who does not smoke and who does not like the smell of it. Nevertheless, I could separate the normal cigarette smell from the nargile because it consists of the aromas of fruit, does not matter which one it is according to your choice. I do not like the smell of cigarette as well as nargile even if it is softer, that was why we changed our place and sit in the second floor.
The day in calendar was showed 25th of April the time of the tulips, the time of the rebirth of the spring, and the time to visit such kind of places. Emirgan is located near to Sarier, the traffic from Bebek till this place was as usual blocked with the cars. When we came to Emirgan, we decided to have our breakfast since we did not have it and because we were hungry. There were wooden tables and benches, on which we put the bread, butter, jam, and all these breakfast stuff. After having good breakfast, we were attacked by small children about ten years old, they were interested in our culture and they were trying even to speak with us in English. After fine conversation with them, we started to walk around and take the pictures of the place and each others. There were a lot of people every where, some of them were making the shish kebab, some teenagers were dancing without music but still making the sound by clapping the hands, the smaller ones were playing the ball, there were all kind of people; young and old, foreigners and Turkish, families and people who were alone, actually I was thinking about the destinies of people I was faced, like what was the reason of walking in loneliness or if those who came with the families were they satisfied, there were a lot of question but I was much influenced by the smell and view of the nature, that I forgot about what I was thinking, as if was transformed from one dream to another. The colors of the tulips were different; red, yellow, white, purple, pink. The earth was decorated by the tulips in some interesting shapes, it was as the colorful carpet that was planned, each tulip has own place and order; it was so beautiful as if the painter drew the picture of the nature on the face of the earth. Some places were decorated with the artificial small bridges and still there was water under the bridges, not that much but pretty beautiful, the prototype of the bridges and rivers. We were taking the photos of the nature in order to remember this place. We took pictures not only flowers and green nature but also some animals such cats and birds. Then we heard the music coming from the left side of the park, we were interested and went there to see what kind ceremony was making in this kind of wonderful park. We saw wedding ceremony, there was a bride in white, holding the groom who was in black, they were happy because it was the day when they started a new shared life. I liked this day full of colorful tulips.
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