Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Istanbul is like a beautiful woman....

It is unpredictable, unexpected, moody and beautiful. Istanbul is a sexy city. I feel I am challenged by Istanbul. I must please Istanbul. I should touch Istanbul way lovers touch each other, gently, generously with no inhibitions. I should keep my eyes all over Istanbul, I should inhale Istanbul. I feel jealous if I am not out and about and adoring Istanbul. I should be the only lover she has. So, every day I walk the streets, I take in the sceenes, I smile at Istanbul hoping that she will see me.

Does Istanbul care how I feel about her? Probably not and that makes me work even harder to please Istanbul.

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