Istanbul, Turkey 21st February 1998
I finally arrived at the middle of the land,
where the things are over, where the things are started.
I'm still alone in the middle of the jurney,
where the things are remembered or
the things to be decided.
Is this far from the East?
Is this far from the West?
but where is the place between the East and the West.
In Istanbul. ships are coming and going
I'm across the bridge over the canal,
people are fishing or selling something.
I felt something is over inside.
Walking on the crowded street,
waiting for someone who talk to me.
But no one talk to me, but no one pay attention to me.
And no one is around me.
I finally could be a stranger.
I decided to leave from the middle of the land
where the things should be forgot
or the things should be continued.
It's so hard to say good-bye to the East.
Will I be welcomed by the West?
Will things be changed a lot in between the East
and the West?
In Isatanbul, mosques are here and there.
I'm climbing up the old tower.
People are smoking and waiting for the sunset.
I felt something's over inside.
Waiting for someone who turns to me.
But no one talks to me,
nut no one notice that I'm alive.
Yes, everybody's just passing by.
I finally should be a stranger.
written on 23rd February 1998 at Istanbul, Turkey.
Istanbul is one of my goal after the jurney in Asia.
So I felt like the above.
In Asia, people come to me and talk to me
and help me even without asking,
but I felt suddenly I came to the place that
nobody pay attention to me,
which is in a way, make me comfortable due to the silence,
but on the other hand, bit lonely...
That was my second time to visit Istanbul,
but always this city makes me feel nostargic.
where the things are over, where the things are started.
I'm still alone in the middle of the jurney,
where the things are remembered or
the things to be decided.
Is this far from the East?
Is this far from the West?
but where is the place between the East and the West.
In Istanbul. ships are coming and going
I'm across the bridge over the canal,
people are fishing or selling something.
I felt something is over inside.
Walking on the crowded street,
waiting for someone who talk to me.
But no one talk to me, but no one pay attention to me.
And no one is around me.
I finally could be a stranger.
I decided to leave from the middle of the land
where the things should be forgot
or the things should be continued.
It's so hard to say good-bye to the East.
Will I be welcomed by the West?
Will things be changed a lot in between the East
and the West?
In Isatanbul, mosques are here and there.
I'm climbing up the old tower.
People are smoking and waiting for the sunset.
I felt something's over inside.
Waiting for someone who turns to me.
But no one talks to me,
nut no one notice that I'm alive.
Yes, everybody's just passing by.
I finally should be a stranger.
written on 23rd February 1998 at Istanbul, Turkey.
Istanbul is one of my goal after the jurney in Asia.
So I felt like the above.
In Asia, people come to me and talk to me
and help me even without asking,
but I felt suddenly I came to the place that
nobody pay attention to me,
which is in a way, make me comfortable due to the silence,
but on the other hand, bit lonely...
That was my second time to visit Istanbul,
but always this city makes me feel nostargic.
