There is a huge difference between first spending time in the giant city of Istanbul and then arriving at the tiny village I grew up in. It made me realize how much I have changed over the years. As a child I didn’t mind living in a village, but right now I can’t imagine anything being more boring – and by village I mean one consisting of roughly 150 inhabitants. The weather of course doesn’t help either, it’s just cold and rainy – although it is only the start of August. I have lived in big cities for the last sixteen years and I am reminded again why I’ve never wanted to move back to the countryside. I miss having choices, and it’s not television networks I’m talking of. I want to step outside and see people (there are none to be seen here), have the opportunity to go to cafes (the next one is 10 km away), have a variety of shops (the village shop closed down several years ago), etc. I also don’t want to relax anymore by not doing anything. I have already read 15 books this summer, I find television mostly unappealing. I can’t wait to return to my everyday life in a very different world which I am not happy in all around the clock, but content with all the choices it offers me. At least it’s only four days until I leave and I am sorry (but not sorry enough), but this village won’t see me again any time soon.
|Watched| Joy, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Wedding Singer
|Read| Isle of the Dead, Memory of Bones, Reizende Gäste, Morrissey
|Listened to| The Smiths
|Done| spent my Monday on the beach, flew to Istanbul on Tuesday and from there to Berlin on Thursday, stayed in the village I grew up in
|Eaten| Turkish food, “German” döner
|Drunk| water, coffee, beer
|Thought| I want to be at home.
|Been happy| of course when I was in my beloved Istanbul
|Laughed| not so much
|Desired| to be with my friends
|Bought| clothes and some souvenirs
|Clicked| hardly anything