My Hero Wants To Belong Too, But

To Savour Istanbul's Back Streets, To Appreciate The Vines And Trees That Endow Its Ruins With Accidental Grace, You Must, First And Foremost, Be A Stranger To Them.

We're Not Stupid! We're Just Poor! And We Have A Right To Insist On This Distinction

For If A Lover's Face Survives Emblazoned On Your Heart, The World Is Still Your Home.

I Certainly See Myself More As A Craftsman Than As An Artist.

Istanbul Is A Vast Place. There Are Very Conservative Neighbourhoods, There Are Places That Are Upper Class, Westernised, Consuming Western Culture.