Turkey 2013 and press-freedom, an extremely spicey & açı mix – Karsu Dönmez & Füsün Erdogan

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İyi Hafta sonu!

 

I can’t listen to this song without tears, who ever sings it does not make much difference, although I love the Nilufer one and appreciate this one extremely. Sometimes those tears stay hidden behind my eyelids, sometimes they are easy flowing or something in between.
Normally I start my day and a post with a piece from `Vrije Geluiden`, this time I do it the other way around, as I am too touched by this version which I found yesterday, shortly after the verdict was published for Füsün Erdogan, what’s in a sur-name, a Dutch-Turkish journalist in Turkey, sentenced to life imprisonment.

I posted a tweet shortly afterwards on my personal account

Which translates something like
Fortunately the first 3,5 hours of my day were reasonably happy ones, now going to take a shower but more over, wash my mouth from that bad taste which is left behind because of the verdict #fusunerdoganshouldbefree

Bram Vermeulen, himself journo in Turkey with recent difficulties renewing his working permit, explained yesterday [Dutch] that the verdict is surprisingly high and has everything to do with Füsün being a member [and considered a leader] of a leftish group and writing about her ideas on minorities in Turkey. Therefore she is considered an Enemy of the State. Although nothing she has DONE is opposed to any known European law.
In 2013…

Now about Karsu Dönmez. She started performing years ago, in her parents restaurant in Amsterdam over the weekends. The same parents who were,many years ago when Karsu was a young girl, saving money to buy a family car, but instead they bought her a piano, because she was so much longing to learn how to play. This after hearing Bach and Beethoven.
Ever since the first time I saw her on TV I closely follow her career. She is now flying the globe, spreading her beauty and her talents all over the planet. And as I need my daily portion of beauty to be able to cope with all which is happening in the world, and more special in Turkey, I gladly share my finds for maybe some comfort or inspiration here and there. Currently I am writing my book about living in Turkey and the stories of my travels spiced with 2013 happenings. I need my daily morning start with some beauty to give me energy for the day. This includes the 70 days journey I started towards 2014, with on my personal blog each day a piece of music, some text and a photograph.
And thus I also created an extra playlist on YouTube titled Keeping my Wits. Otherwise I drown in the negative news which is there when I open my Browser in the morning, That is how my brain is wired.

The above performance broadcasted on TV is from an evening in 2012 about Press Freedom and the lacking of it, also all over the planet.
So combined with yesterdays news about Füsün this is my choice for the day.

I regret very much that CNN Türk has been taken off the cable here in my region in the Netherlands, and I decide the minute I write this that I will start looking via the Net, if poss, and start this minute with Turks.nl Karsu Dönmez @ Turkse talkshow ‘Burada Laf Çok’ – Turks.nl
I recommend you to watch it, it is witty, spiced with humour and beautiful music.

 

Febr 2013 Istanbul - ©Carolien Geurtsen

Dreams and Nightmares – Istanbul February 2013

Ofourse this post and the music is dedicated to Füsün, and to all others who are wrongfully imprissoned anywhere at this moment

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Karsu Dönmez – Çok Uzaklarda

Press Freedom evening 2012
Published May 11th 2012

lyrics
(with translation)

Caddelerde rüzgar, aklimda ask var
(There is wind at streets and love in my mind)
Gece yarisinda, eski yagmurlar
(In the midnights ,old rains)
Sarki söylüyorlar, sesiz usulca
(Singing silent, slowly)
Özledigim simdi cok uzaklarda
(The one I missed is so far away now)

Deli dolu günler, hayat güzeldi
(Crazy and funny days,life was nice)
Kahkalariyla günler gecerdi
(Days had been passed with laughs)
Ellerim uzanmaz, dokunamamki
(my hands can’t reach I can’t touch)
Özledigim simdi cok uzaklarda
(Is so far away which I’ve been missed)

Oda özlüyormus, benim birtanem
(he has been missed my only one)
Cok üsüyormus, ben olmayinca
(Feel so cold when I ‘m not there)
Öyle yaziyor, son mektubunda
(Writing like that at his last letter)

Oda özlüyormus, benim birtanem
(he has been missed my only one)
Cok üsüyormus, ben olmayinca
(Feel so cold when I ‘m not there)
Öyle yaziyor, son mektubunda
(Writing like that at his last letter)

Karsu Dönmez her website

And no, she is not performing anymore in her parents restaurant in Amsterdam unfortunately.

 

© Carolien Geurtsen

Boil an Egg – Yes I can – Cappadocië

Göreme 06.45 hrs © Carolien Geurtsen

Early morning view on Mount Erciyes, Cappadocie

The house for myself.
The fact that I stayed here before does not guarantee that I can easily find my way around. And certainly not that I can find what I am looking for on the moment I need it. So the find the remote control took a while, let alone the matches to light the stove for some egg boiling.

The family left to the coast. Quit stressed after a short night, a lot of last minute errands, packing end some tasks on the to do list for after returning in two weeks time.
And yes, I threw a glass of water after the car driving away into sunset, this a symbolic act to help their journey go smooth as water flows, like my ex-mother in law used to do in the old days for our travels. Su gibi git! It is another way of waving goodbye and one I do like very much.

In the morning, when there was still some work to do and things to delegate to the team staying behind, I had the pleasure to baby-sit the new-born, or let’s say some months old now, baby and I witnessed his first complete roll over on his tummy.
What an effort that took. I filmed it for both parents to watch later.
Now they had a long journey ahead of them, 6 hours at least, so that sunset bit was not just a fun remark. Partly through the Taurus mountains, and it would not be until after midnight that the phone rang: they arrived safe and sound in Antalya, in the Yayla, of summer/mountain house of the grandparents of my son.

the family on their way

 

 

 

Manager Travelatelier © Carolien Geurtsen

Birthday Child – Manager Travelatelier

The night before we spent celebrating my host’s birthday, together with all the staff from Travelatelier Turkey in Ürgüp, thé specialist for exclusive weddings in Turkey I became soon to understand. The youngest son fell asleep in his pram and after a Champaign toast the wines were chosen and the food ordered.
Soon the subject was the upcoming wedding between an Iraqi woman and a Lebanese man, a marriage which would be impossible in one of either home countries. A real fast organized speed type wedding, only to take place in either Las Vegas or Turkey, all the official paperwork arranged in one day. This being the total opposite of when I got married in Turkey, even with a native citizen it took us months to get all the paperwork done.
What a relief would that have been, being able to do it this way, I could only imagine.

The evening was wonderful, both the food, wines and company excellent, and lots of last-minute advice for the upcoming event. I was impressed that both the owners of the company trusted their team to let everything go smoothly. Trusting their staff and their own meticulous preparations, so was I soon to witness by myself.

Today, welcome to stay in their house as long as they were away, and also thereafter for that matter, would be a rest-day for me.
Watering the plants in the garden and on the balcony terrace, make plans for the days to come, arrange for a proper working Turkish SIM card and choose the store with the best quality yogurt.
Whenever I am in Turkey I really want to stuff my face with only the best, even though most brands are available in Holland as well.

One of my other little sins while I am here is watching all the broadcasts of a serial like the Mentalist,  Brothers and Sisters and anything else I do not find the time or the patience to watch when I am at home. Here I saw HD before anywhere else.

Tomorrow I will leave the house very early, by foot or bike, that is to be seen, to make an appointment for my usual rendezvous with the beauty parlor for a manicure/pedicure and to pass the Travelatelier office to pick up a memory card for my computer and have a coffee or tea on a nice terrace in Ürgüp.
Then I will prepare a personalised meditation CD, send it by email and let the day unfold itself further
Now first boil that egg and eat it with Castle.

Su gibi git!: Safe Journey!
Patron: Boss
Yumurta: Egg
Yayla: Summer House usually in the mountains to escape the heat of the city
Sömine: Chimney
DiziMax: special TV canal for serial TV
Manikur/pedikur: Manicure/pedicure

© Carolien Geurtsen

Looking around corners – Üsküdar Istanbul

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View Üsküdar and Istanbul from Mado terrace

Today plans are not any further than a walk around the corner, as a figure of speech that is, as it actually was the corner of the block, which still is a 10 minutes walk away. But compared to the 3 to 4 hour walk I intended to do, it was not the real thing of course.

The weather was great, dry and sunny, so I wanted to plan my little trip while having a quick tea at Mado’s Café,  which apparently has this tremendous view over the Üsküdar waterway and Istanbul which I wanted to check out.
I only had to pass by the Vodafone shop on the way as my Turkish Sim gave up on me, or, as it turned out, actually my Dutch smart phone, as it was blocked for use with this particular Sim card.
Normally you can use it for a period of 3 weeks, a month, before this action is taken – automated I guess, but as it happened I am one of the ‘unlucky’ ones, so my renewed membership turned useless after only one week. Bummer!
Our Turkish (bought in Turkey) telephone was still at NL home as our son had not been able to spot it in time. Buying a new one was less attractive than trying to borrow one from friends or activate the special travel offer from my Dutch abbo.

So I ended up at Mado’s, on the terrace overlooking the Bosphorus,  with a tea, and informing my friends via their WiFi with various Whatssapp, Facebook and email messages that via my Turkish number I was out of reach.
After that I enjoyed the indeed really amazing view and kept myself amused with shooting endless picture of skylines and roof-scapes, not to forget the seagulls flying into me, or so it seemed at times.

This is when I heard people speaking Dutch at the next table, more actually Flemish (from Belgium), or so I thought.
It turned out that I had the region totally wrong. They come from a much more Mid-Eastern part of the Netherlands called Drente, (so not Belgium at all) with a variety of reasons: one is actually studying here, the other permanently  living in Istanbul, and the brother and friend of the student are here for Holidays.

We got to talk about reading and writing and in the end one of the guys asks me if I maybe would want to proofread their Dutch translation of the book he is writing, because they want to get it right, so we exchange e-mail addresses and I am looking forward to the first chapter indeed.
View form cafe Mado Üsküdar, Istanbul

After taking at least 50 pictures I decide to walk back, as it is already 14.30 and neither time nor energy enough to go for a good stroll.
I enjoy every second of it, especially after I moved to the best spot of the terrace. So yes, yet another place to come back to.

Via the Pilav House and a nice plate of rice with chickpeas and some beef with the inevitable salty yoghurt drink or Ayran, I find my way home, really taking my time and making pictures from the herbal store  Tarihi Üsküdar Baharatçisi and actually right in front of it. I guess I spent another hour there. They answer my question whether they have a Facebook page with an: not yet, but tomorrow we will!
I love it, the new generation will put yet again another 2.0 shop on the map. Then I actually see the big screen, high against the wall, basically not in any direct view. It says:  Welcome in the digital world and I say: then we have a deal*.

*me the nice pictures and them as well via a tag on Facebook.

Down on the corner from CCR – was one of my first albums.
In this yearly top 2000 of December 2012 it found its place on nr 1276 – and I am all too happy it is actually there, as I make an effort to connect the post of the day, its story with a song from this huge list

It’s in Dutch but to get an idea

There is a way to San Jose – Istanbul via Thatcher Cook

You know, sometimes its enough. After so many useful and significant words on a day its great to come home to a surprise dinner being ready, sip a glass of wine, have a great chat and go over your pictures before watching a movie together.
So no extra words to share today.

Really an extra ordinary good master-teacher, that Thatcher Hullerman Cook.

Someone who can make me forget to text my son before he is taking of  to London on the other side of this continent, yes… Chapeaux!
And I am in general not that easily pleased where it is concerning Masters.
But yes Thatcher, I learned so much from you and hope to do so in the future!
Só pleased to meet you!

© Carolien geurtsen

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