May 27, 2011 § 1 Comment
Aşkım, he said, I dread the moment we’ll be out of Eminönü, the moment we have to get out of this bus. Two different bus stops, two different lives again. Benim değerli, he said, we’ll make this bus our home tomorrow again, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that too, until we forget where we had to get out. Benim ışığım, he said, our hearts will never leave Eminönü.
Photo, “Eminömü”, by Alex Webb