The merry voices of fishermen coming back from a hard day of being under the Sun for hours, was mixed with the voices of hundreds of people returning home in those huge boats called Vapur.
Everybody looked tired but happy, since their workday had finished and they were free to relax and forget about their problems for a while.
The coffee shops were full of men talking and laughing as if they were the happiest people on Earth. Everything looked in order everywhere you looked.
The Bosphorus Bridge was packed with cars going both directions, loaded with people wishing to get home as soon as possible so they could share a delicious meal with their loved ones. Continue reading →
She was a sweet and lovely girl. She grew up in a traditional family and her childhood was a happy one.
As she grew up people and events turn her down and she became resentful and “tougher”. She began talking like her male friends and changed her stylish wardrobe for a more masculine looking. Even her movements and vocabulary became more aggressive and rough.
Finally one day I dared to ask her why she decided to make those changes in her personality, since she was such a nice young lady and now she was rougher than some gang members I know.
She told me she had to play a different role. She was alone with her two children in a world made for men by men and where women had no safe place to be. So she decided she wouldn´t let anybody walk upon her, she would be the one stepping on other people´s heads. Continue reading →