Living like a drawing compass. One leg of the compass is static. It is fixed and rooted in a certain spot. Meanwhile, the other leg draws a huge wide circle around the first one, constantly moving. Just like that, one part of me wants to belong somewhere. Yet at the same time the other part travels the whole wide world, feeling connected to several cities, cultures, foods, wines and peoples. That's why I always carry compass close to my heart.
8 Şubat 2014 Cumartesi
Karadut-kaymak aski
Herseyin tadi bulundugu yerde bir baskaymis, askin bile..
Karadut-kaymak askı ne yollar tepti, okyanuslar asti, kitalar gecti ama burada ayni tadi vermedi. Tuzlusuya atilmis tatli su baligi misali umami kaldi damagimda..
Peki birileri halen Don Kisot'a inaniyor mu?
2013 / New York
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