Monday, January 22, 2007
out there.. in the southern-eastern part of the world..
she is a quiet.. calm.. joyful lady..
I have found her blog about six months ago.. theshoppingsherpa..
and have started to leave her messages.. after a while..
she doesn't know.. but I have read all her posts..
the old people say.. '' kendine münhasır'' which means'' special to herself.. in my country..
this means a personality that you cannot categorize..
I love her posts.. short.. and bright..full of sense of humour.. uncategorizable.. she can craft.. travel.. shop.. or design.. and she writes about all these.. in her own way..
yes dear bloggers..I like many of your posts.. but what makes her special for me.. is.. that.. she is the one to remind good intentions and empathy.. and frienship.. and this on the right time.. when it is most needed..
you know I was.. sad .. because of this terrorist.. this fanatic young man who shot a journalist in the middle of MY city.. MY country..
can something make you feel completely a foreigner to where you belong to your own society.. ??
yes .. this was the effect of this crime on me..
and coming home from work.. there was a parcel waiting for me..
with a white angel hidden in it.. ( can you see this stubborn tiny face.. this is the expression of a child who insists for something.. but insists cheerfuly.. knowing inside that she is irresistable.. as loved little kids know ..she is so sweet..)
she send me an angel.. the moment I most needed..
thank you .. so much..
for bringing me back.. from sadness.. to belief in humans..
as I told you..
you are my long distance angel.. from now on..
and here she goes.. on my all white table.. next to her older sisters..
she looks quite happy..
how do you think????
ps.. I don't even mention the chocolates which kept her company for all the way..
kids have finished them in 10 min.. not even my angel could protect them..=))
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I AM SAD..
I AM FURİOUS..
TERROR HAS WON .. AGAIN.. HUMANITY HAS LOST.. AGAIN.. FREEDOM.. HAS LOST AGAIN..
IN MY CITY.. 100 m. TO THE PLACE I WORK.. A JOURNALİST.. AN INTELLECTUAL.. WAS KILLED .. ON THE WALKWAY.. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON.. SHOT.. TO DEATH..
I AM SPEECHLESS.. HE WAS A JOURNALIST.. AIMING FOR FREEDOM OF SPEECH.. HISTORY.. HIS WEAPON.. WAS WORDS.. IDEAS.. HE IS THE 62 TH JOURNALIST.. IF YOU CLICK ON YOU WILL SEE THE LIST AND DATES.. IT IS THE TURKISH JOURNALISTS LOUNGE 'S WEB ADRESS..THEY WERE ALL KILLED FOR WHAT THEY HAVE WRITTEN..I HAVE WITNESSED SOME THESE ASSASINATIONS.. I FELT GUILTY ABOUT EACH..
EACH TIME I HEARD THIS SAME SENTENCE..''DID YOU HEAR.. IS SHOT''.... I FELT PETRIFIED.. THEY WERE WRITING.. NEWS.. TRUTH.. IDEAS.. WORDS.. SOME HAVE BEEN SHOT.. 2 HAVE BEEN KILLED BY A BOMB PLACED INTO THEIR CARS.. IN PIECES..
BUT HRANT IS SPECIAL FOR WORLD'S NEWS.. AND TURKIYE'S HISTORY.. HE IS THE FIRST ARMENIAN.. HE WILL BE REMEMBERED SO.. ARMENIAN JOURNALIST.. AND THIS WAS NOT THE ADJECTIVE HE WANTED TO BE CITED WITH..
HIS SOUL WILL BE SAD.. BECAUSE DURING ALL HIS LIFE HE HAD BEEN SENSITIVE ABOUT THIS.. ABOUT BEING A TURKISH CITIZEN..
NOW HE HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM HIS FAMILY.. FROM HIS READERS.. FROM OUR COMMUNITY.. AN HE WILL ALSO BE CARRIED TO ANOTHER DIMENSON..
YESTERDAY.. I HAVE ATTENTED TO THE PROTEST MARCH.. WHERE THOUSANDS CAME.. BECAUSE I FELT SO LONELY.. I WANTED TO SHARE HUMAN WARMTH.. THE WARMTH OF PEOPLE I LOOK ALIKE.. NOT THOSE COOL CRIMINALS..
THE CROWDS.. WERE SHOUTİNG .. WE ARE ALL ARMENIAN.. WE ARE ALL HRANT..
BUT TO WHAT DOES IT SERVE..
I WOULD LIKE TO TRANSLATE A PART OF ONE OF HIS ARTICLES..
'' I AM LIKE A PIGEON.. I HAVE AS MANY EYES AS THEM ..LOOKING BACK FRONT..LEFT RIGHT.. AND AS QUICK WITH MY HEAD MOVEMENTS AS THEM.. YES .. I MIGHT SEE MY SOUL IN A NERVOUSNESS OF A PIGEON.. BUT I KNOW THAT IN THIS COUNTRY PEOPLE DO NOT TOUCH THE PIGEONS..PIGEONS CAN LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF CITIES, WITHIN THE CROWDS.. MAYBE A BIT NERVOUS.. BUT AS FREE AS PIGEONS.. WHERE DO PIGEONS GO WHEN THEY DIE..
FAREWELL HRANT .. LAY IN PIECE.. IN PIECE FOR WHICH YOU HAVE WORKED SO HARD..
Thursday, January 11, 2007
now I have a story..
not an emotional one .. this time .. a funny one..
but before.. I have to give some explanations..so that you can understand the funny part.
In my country..there are many many tradiotions and rituals.. I know you are now thinking.. so what.. in all countries there are..
but the more you go to the east.. the more you have traditions..
don't forget the sun rises from east =)) and I am an eastern..
so when someone we love is departing.. for travel..
we are pouring a jug of water on the road.. throwing it as far as we can.. at the same direction that the vehicle he takes starts moving.. saying out loud .. go as the water ../ sular gibi git / .. and we say silently.. as an inner voice.. come back as the water../sular gibi dön/..this part is silent.. to not to attract the attention of evil.. sometimes.. we have a wetting accdent when doing it.. but this is a minor trouble if compared to all others..
the water finds its way.. has always a way to go..
and we believe that the loved one will travel swiftly.. without an accident.. and will come back soon without trouble.. =)).. that is the important part.. coming back..
so today..I have finally posted the long ago promessed contribution to Kim's project.. I am a bit late but .. you will excuse me.. I told you earlier about my mood.. nor being crafty and all.. so Kim forgive me.. I did it finally right??
I went to the hospital.. and asked my assistant ( male- 40 ) to take the parcel to the post office.. and ask if there are faster ways of sending..and so..
he came back saying he did send it..
I suddenly felt awkward .. because it was not me in person who posted it as I wished.... and an uncontrolled question came out ..
-did you say.. have a good journey??
quickly came the answer..
- yes but I did not throw out water..
-no.. don't.. we don't want it to come back.. we want it to reach Kim..
and I laughed out loud..
this is not the normal conversation at the hospital you know..
we talk about how to manipulate.. take care.. give service to the patients..
not about rituals and so..
when I think back.. we should.. =))
yes it is on it's way.. the post-office man told that t will arrive to the destination in 7 days .. which means in 10 days.. Kim..
and you bloggers and visitors..don't wait for a photo.. I did not take any photos.. it will be a surprise for her.. and if she likes she will post it on her blog.. all I can tell is the theme title I choose for it..
' women of different culture and eras.. united by craft'
all you have as a photo today.. is the windmill .. near my summer cottage..
why did I chose it..
well you can accept it as an energetic goodbye gesture to the parcel..
or find a wise saying of your own..
have a nice day.. nicest of all..
ps.. I have tried to visit all of my blogger friends since yesterday.. but some pages insist on no-downloading.. so if you haven't heard from me.. for some time.. it is not me to blame.. but the web.. I will come and try again soon.. until then..
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
there was such a traffic that we had to park the car far away from the square and... walk..
taksim is the square where 4 main boulevards are meeting.. one of them being the Pera street.. I showed you photos of this street before.. during day time..
days never end in Pera.. it is the night club area.. and as no cars are allowed.. you have to walk.. ideal for 'pub crawling'.. as the english say..
there are small bars everywhere.. blues bars.. rock bars.. popbars..
that's where we headed for.. after the party with the family..
back at home in the morning.. we have spend most of the day sleeping.. in bed or in front of tv..
later I looked through the gifts once again..
the one I like best.. most.. is.. the writing set.. a nostalgic one.. complete with the ink..
can you guess the colour of the ink.. purple of course..
remember my spot under my tree-in-the-house..
my tree is shedding leaves.. and here is an inspiration for the new year wish..
I wish me- you- we all leave behind.. fallen.. broken.. sad memories and events ..
and can face the new year.. being as prepared.. and organized as a new start.. to a chess game..
as I mentioned organised.. I should be going now.. to organize.. my long forgotten craft room..
get rid of the gift package rests.. ribbons.. tags and so.. and have a new start.. to the new year..
hope sharing some crafting in the days to come..