Rising dreams and hopes as the birds draw …
The eyes that will experience happiness and will be the reason for happiness for the others…
The eyes trying to understand the meaning among the hungry birds which try to mix the blue of the sky and the sea …
Dreams made with hope… It is so high that even birds could not fly on there… The hopes that fly you, connect you to the flow despite the wind and waves…
Are you able to recognize the flow and what you contribute to it? And how about your inner flow?
Istanbul is a place where you can feel the history and peace together at sea…
For me, the ferry trips were the place where what I lived and could not live in was lost in the waves and this made me gradually feeling lighter. On the other hand, the ferry is where you can feel not only your own flow but also other people’s flow…
