Let Everyone Know, I Lived A Very

It Was In Cihangir That I First Learned Istanbul Was Not An Anonymous Multitude Of Walled-in Lives - A Jungle Of Apartments Where No One Knew Who Was Dead Or Who Was Celebrating What - But An Archipelago Of Neighbourhoods In Which Everyone Knew Each Other.

The Image That I Remember Most Of All Is Of The Fenerbahçe Players Storming Into The Stadium Before Kickoff. They Were Called The Canaries Because Of Their Yellow Jerseys. It Was As If They, Like Canaries, Were Fluttering Into The Stadium Out Of A Hole. I Loved It. It Was Poetry.

Let Everyone Know, I Lived A Very Happy Life.

I Do Not Believe In A Personal Connection To God; That's Where It Gets Transcendental.

Nationalism Stems From Catastrophes, Whether They Are Caused By Earthquakes Or Lost Wars.