ISTANBUL – Mysterious city (My pre-feelings about istanbul, before I came in Istanbul)
The city where I never stepped on, never in my life even on it’s 1 square metre, but I consider it as my part. The place, where something amazing is waiting for me, where I have already travelled in my imagination. In my mind, Istanbul is some sort of mystery, beauty, old and sadness combined with each other. That creates the wonderful world, the world full of sentiments, as I am.
In general, my interest and love to Turkish cinema, literature and realistic world that I have never seen, was defined by the representative of this country, writer Orhan Phamuk, with his books.
Phamuk described his beloved homecity with the love in details, with the pure feelings, in a warm and preciously fragile way. So fragile way, as if he was touching the porcelain doll, being afraid not to demage it.
In the book “Istanbul: memories and the city” it is expressed huge love from the author. He cherishes and adores Istanbul as if it was his beloved woman. He sees in the city everything that man can see in a special woman for him, the beauty, sadness, the biggest love, attachement.
Uskudar – Maiden Tower
Inspite of the fact that he never uses this kind of comparison, the reader still thinks it to be the romantic drama between the author and the homecity. This is the immense feeling to the city by considering it’s visual and inner data.
Istanbul is everything, his past, with which he can’t be separated. The spirit of the city, it’s architecure, the design of the streets, Bosphorus strait , districts, and what is the most amazing, it’s Phamuk pen’s main object.
He talks about it in other of his books as well, where one of the main characters is Istanbul. He describes with a big love the streets, Beioglu and other districts of Istanbul in “innocense museum”. Across the characters romantic stories, Phamuk developes seperately his love to the city, as an independent love adventure.
Despite, now he is living in Europe and has a different ground for writing themes, he always goes around his homecity and chooses Istambul as an acting area.
I was reading the book and looking at the photos he was writing about, I was making vivid the shots and was traveling with the author in this wonderful world. Phamuk describes Istanbul with a very simple, refined and light manner. But this description is not boring, as it is in general , with descriptions of nature, architecture, etc. He sees the deepest soul of the city, paints it, creates it as a romantic, spirtual world, so that the love to the city is automaticaly conveyed to the reader. So became I, the “the victim” of love to the invisible city.
I am waiting with a huge expectation to see Istanbul. Istanbul tha Phamuk presented as a spiritual being, that feels and makes you feels as well.
The highest impressions about another sides of Istanbul is due to Phamuk, that’s we separate from other turkish world, for a specific characteristics. Actually Istanbul is the soul of Turkey. That is expressed with an impressive world. Huzun, that in turkish means sadness, is the subject of another discussion, as a separate item. And it is Huzun itself that Phamuk sees in trh streets, in people, in acts,etc.
And this sadness is so vaste, deep, that it is making more interesting the antiqueness and the past of Istanbul. Every ruin and the piece of stone, Phamuk describes with a lot of warmth.
“it is enough just look at the reality and you will see that the past continues to live in every ruin of Istanbul”-he writes.
This giant and various interpretation of the city brings a lot of thoughts and details about Istanbul, to the reader.
“to enjoy the beaurty of poor districts, ruins covered by the grass, you should be the “stranger””-writes Phamuk. But despite that this is the homespace for him, he enjoys and feels it more just a stranger. Phamuk has the feeling of attachemnt and strangeness to Istanbul at the same time.
“to know the concept of the city, it is not enogh to kow what is happening out, you also should know what is happening beyond the walls. Phamuk, swallowed in the daily being, confesses with every single word, how much he adores this city, with so much power that it includes authomaticaly the reader too.
In one of the chapters Phamuk writes, “suddenly in the farther district fo Istabul I was captured with a wish to run back home and convey with the words the city, mysterious and tired city living in me, that looked like a labyrinth”.
He writes as well, “it has been long time that my favourite streets replace my lost world”. The love to Istanbul was induced in with with this firm, emotional love, that is written in Phamuk’s books with nostalgic, sad, interesting mood.
His interes to the painting in his childhood helps him to describe in details the inner side of Istanbul, its visual portrait with words. Where it can be shown all the feeling that one feels to a beloved object.
It is impossible not to rememeber remarkable film-novels about Istanbul-“don’t forget me Istanbul” , were the audience can see Istanbul represented by several views, amazing, deep and sad city, and the film director’s warm attitude to it. – it is my notes which I wrote maybe 8 years ago.
This is writing of which I wrote in 2018 April, when I was first time in Istanbul.
ISTANBUL – memories about the giant city
Several years have been past after having unconcious, obssesive idea to go to Istanbul, to become the part of this city. Because it has been the part of me, after having read Orhan Phamuk, Elif Shaphak, after feeling the emotions that they gave me. It is felt more clearly and sharply Istambul in case of Phamuk, as a spiritual aspect, as a main character of the book.
This author, a lot of films as well, left me so many impressions on me that this city became an obssesion for me.
Years ago I wrote about this wish and about impressions, that in reality were only just the fruits of my imagination. Istanbul created by the descritions of Phamuk.
And now istanbul is not anymore only the spiritual item of my imagination. I felt this city so deeply that it became not only my imagination but also the best memory of my life.
Arrived on Istanbul film festival I felt cinematography everywere. Istanbul itself is very cimatographic city. Just one street is not the same even in one second. It is very vivid and constatly changing place, that is felt on every single step.
The very first impressive effect, that got my plus was the flight.
And the second plus that in reality was the leader of my wishes was Istanbul itself.
The route from the Gogchen aiport to taksim square, that took approximately one hour, I spent in thoughts. From the bus window I was staring the street, buildings, impressive green areas, flowers and all the rest that was through the window. Though it wasn’t what I expected, undescrible, emotional, indelible. On my way I was thinking that my favourite city Batumi, would still stay the best for me. I even wasn’t going to compare my Batumi to this megapolis, but still there were millions of similar thoughts in my head.
-Is it only this? Is it all?
In trabzon, low, ordinary buildings have been built, across the high multistory skyskrapers.
Few moments and different world is in front of me. Exactely the way I expected. This is Taksim, Taksim square with amazing, colorful and hibrid tulips.
That is it -thought I.
This I expected, chaotic, various, insane.
This time impression and already seen overcame the imagined and overcame even the expected.
As if the devil woke you up directely at the gates(door) of the hell. From the open door propably the hell should be beautiful like this to tempt for entering into. After leaving my calm paradise that I left for few days , here it was the total hell. The best hell that can ever exist in this world. Among those that I have ever seen before.
This city swallows your power but fills you with the new energy. Even being exhausted you never get tired. You can’t stop walking even when your feet don’t obey anymore, but you avance. You avance because in every new step something new and interesting is waiting for you, that induces shock, the ocean of impressions, emotions, pleasant sentiments.
But even all this is in the mess, as you are. While being in Istanbul I forgot almost everything: thinking, missing, attachments, etc. I was feeling only being in the air, being in confusion. I had never before the confusion like this, the magic one.
Istiklal-is the street, that can be imagined as a life. That conducts the alter between the day and night. In the morning from 8, 9 a.m few people are seemed, tramway, cars circulating into both sense, and just in few ours this picture would remind you the picture of completely different painter: millions of people mixing with the cars. Even the place for just a pin can’t be found. This street is the best example for life(in the morning) and death (at night). But what is the best is that it is rebornig as a new film, with new script and new characters.
The second time was as dream. When I was in Istanbul again, after some days I thought that these days were not in my life and first impression is unchanged. But My fortune gave me the third possibility to get back the first impressions.
TURKISH CINEMA SUMMER SCHOOL 2019 in ISTANBUL
I can not imagine Istanbul without cinematography and seagulls. Seagulls, Bosphorus, authentic architecture, streets, metro, Marmara sea, Cinema theatres creates Istanbul as it is. It is amazing city. It is city of feelings and you never can describe this feeling by words.
I think the most important act is travelling and everyone should go to Istanbul even one times. If she/he wants to feel amazing emotions and senses.
A lot of thing what person should do in Istanbul.
everyone should see
- Uskudar – Kiz kulesi (Maiden Tower)
- Aya sofia
- Blue mosque
- Basilica cistern
- Rahmi Koch museum
- Topkapi palace
- Grand bazaar
- Istiklal, taxim
- Etc ( list is so long)
person should drink a tea, Ayran, to eat Doner, To travel around Istanbul by ship on the Bosphorus.