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Fragments of a week in Tel aviv
I’ve almost spent a week now in Tel Aviv, trying to reset, trying to start the life, the life after meeting my dad for the first time. First I loved the regain of my personal space, discovering Tel aviv and with it a new culture. Arriving in Tel aviv, brought me into a buzzling Metropol.…
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Fragments of my first days in Tel aviv
‘We are a post traumatic nation’ , Nikk said, ‘everybody loves weed’. This made me think, think about generational trauma. Think about what had cause this trauma. My first days in Israel have been intense and simultaneously extremely informative. I learnt so much about the conflict, about Judaism and about life in Israel. Nikk, went…
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26/02/2023 Time to say goodbye
I woke up early in Antalya at my father‘s cousins place. Today was the day, today I am leaving Türkiye and with that my father and my newfound Turkish family, behind. For a few weeks, I have been anticipating and simultaneously dreading this day. Too difficult to leave, impossible to stay. My soul was craving…
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Day 170, 11/02/2023 Meeting my brothers?
I woke up on the couch in my father’s family house in Kiranardi. While I was preparing breakfast, Marco was still sleeping and my father was showering. After our big Turkish breakfast we wandered through the village‘s snow covered alleys. We then carried on walking to the neighbouring village, Hisarcik, where Babaanne grew up. The…
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Day 169, 10/02/2023 Village days
I woke up on the couch in my father‘s summer house in Kirnardi. Babaanne, my father and me, we all slept in the same room, while Marco was sleeping in the room next door. I felt overwhelmed by the lack of personal space and by my father‘s jokes, while I was still waking up slowly.…
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Day 168, 09/02/2023 One month with my father
I woke up in my bed in my father’s flat in Kayseri. Marco was still sleeping, so my father and me prepared breakfast. I was aware, that Marco had not eaten a lot, during the last few days, hence I was hoping, that our big Turkish breakfast, would give him back some strength. It was…
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Day 167, 08/02/2023 Marco
I woke up on the couch in the living room in my father’s summer house in Kiranardi. My father and me went to the market, to buy bread and drinking water. The world surrounding us, was covered in a thick layer of snow. The heavy pine trees’ heavy branches were hanging low. Snow was crackling…
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Day 166, 07/02/2023 Pray for Türkiye, pray for Syria
I woke up on the couch in my father’s summer house in Kiranardi. The world outside looked treacherously peaceful, thick snowflakes were falling from the sky. Continuous snowfall during the night, had turnt the village into a winter wonderland. Fortunately the night had passed without any major earthquakes or tremors. My father went out to…
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Day 165, 06/02/2023 Earthquake
I woke up in the early hours of the morning, 4.20 am, to be exact, in my bed in Kayseri. Drowsy I sat up, woken up by something, something I was not able to fathom. Sitting upright, I looked at the time 4.20 – the room around me was moving, in disbelief was I watching…
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Day 164, 05/02/2023 Trusting the universe
I woke up at my father‘s place in Kayseri well rested. Looking at the watch, I missed the times, my body clock woke me up, with sunrise. These days, blinds and walls, are stopping the first light from waking me. What a glorious journey it had been. Walking over to my father, I set next…
Journey to myself 