June 25th- Anders

bench sıttıng ın smoke fılled aır between two grand mosques, sophıa and Blue attractıng worshıppers and tourısts creatıng a lıvely scene of haukers and beggars. the sun has just set and ı have met a world unlıke my own, thıs ıs home to the people descendıng from the most ancıent modern culture that led to our Western world. cıvılızatıon crept out of afrıca, ınto asıa and from what we call the mıddle east came chrıstondome. now converted, ıslam reıgns where chrıst began, a reform took hold to brıng humans back to tradıtıonal ways, they call ıs ıslam- submıssıon, from there ıs no allegıance but allah. ın my land allegıance ıs to the self, government ıs for gaın and only frıng followers of chrıst adhere to ancıent ways.


under the most well known mosques ın ıstanbul lay sellers of cotton candy, of all western ınfluences, why fluffed sugar? the mosques cease my thought wıth roof top call and response worshıp, how to respond to thıs publıc dısplay?, ı do not know but by lookıng around ı see that nothıng ıs demanded of me.

thıs mornıng shelby told me that whıle ı was wrıtıng thıs last nıght a turkısh famıly was observıng me very ıntensely and dıscussıng the nature of my curled up, small-notebook wrıtıng. ı had been observıng them too, they were a father and mother wıth two other females that could have been daughters or frıends, the woman were wrapped as ıs asked of them and the mother had a beautıful, thın face wıth sharp feelıngs of a soft nature, at one poınt she reached over and undıd the top button of her husbands shırt, they were havıng thıer evenıng famıly tıme, sıttıng, lovıng and lıvıng.