Istanbul

04 Sep, 2013

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Inca de cand avionul incepe aterizarea, pe geamul mic simt caldura Istanbulului. Cladirile sunt nu foarte inalte, insa culoarea si forma lor pe mine personal ma fascineaza. Oricum, acesta este un detaliu destul de mic, comparand cu atmosfera din inima orasului si felul in care eu ma simt de cate ori am ocazia sa pun piciorul in acest oras aglomerat si incitant in acelasi timp. Marea parca se imbina cu pamantul. Asa cum cladririle sunt una langa alta, asa si vapoarele, se sufoca indeaproape.

Indiferent care a fost motivul pentru vizitele mele din Turcia, mereu m-am simtit la fel.  Orasele difera, insa nu in totalitate. Dar astazi am sa ma raportez strict la Istanbul. Am incercat sa imi aduc aminte prima oara cand am ajuns aici, insa imi este imposibil, oricum, o varsta foarte frageda, undeva in jur de 3 ani. Tot ce era adus de la “turci” pe vremea aia, era mai bun, mai calitativ. Probabil ideea asta persista si acum, din moment ce comertul prospera intre Romania si Turcia. Bineinteles, tinand cont de vremurile in care traim..

Pot spune ca fiecare natie are trasaturi specifice si dupa ceva timp si cateva plimbari am ajuns sa nimeresc, in incercarea de a clasifica oamenii.  Asa ca, aterizand pe aeroportul Ataturk incepe nebunia. Puhoaie de oameni, unii alearga, altii se plimba ca pe bulevard..dar niciunul nu tipa. Cel putin ei, oaspetii principali. Vorbesc tare, rad mult, dar bunavointa si ajutorul lor nu l-am mai intalnit intr-un numar atat de mare in alte orase. Stand la coada pentru pasapoarte, care parea interminabila, 2-3 turcaleti mai micuti, incep sa se strecoare printre noi si sa ajunga in fata. Cateva femei sareau gardurile puse de forma, altii mergeau direct in fata, uitand de coada existenta. Nimeni nu zicea nimic, pentru ei fiind ceva normal. Dar pentru restul? Eu am tacut, pur si simplu i-am privit si i-am analizat, asa sunt ei si eu ii iubesc in felul asta. Nu trece mult cand se aude un accent britanic, o doamna, genul ala de doamna despre care am mai vorbit acum ceva timp, isi pune ochelarii la ochi si inceaca sa le explice punctul ei de vedere si cred eu, intr-un mod ironic, manierele! Mi-am indreptat privirea repede spre turculetul meu. Reactia lui a fost nemaipomenita din punctul meu de vedere. I-a dat de inteles ca asa sunt turcii, zambind si invitand-o in fata daca se grabeste. Mi s-a intiparit bine in cap si cred ca imi voi aduce mereu aminte faza asta atunci cand voi fi prinsa pe picior gresit.

Mult timp nu am avut la dispozitie, dar mi-am bucurat inima putin cu bunatatile lor culinare. Stiu, nu trebuia sa mananc atata baclava, sau sa beau atata ayran, dar..promit ca revin la normal de maine. Ba nu, nu maine, ca maine merg la Londra, de luni. Am neglijat si sala, deci..rusine sa imi fie. Incerc sa gasesc o explicatie pentru constientul meu, pentru a ma simti mai bine, dar imi este greu. Stiu! Am mers foarte mult pe jos, deci ceva sport am facut! Si simt gustul de baclava, ce bunatate..

Oricum, cultura turca a parcurs mai multe etape: preanatolia, selgiucida si otomana. De asemenea s-au lovit si de mai multe civilizatii precum arabii, iranienii si vechi locuitori ai Asiei Mici. Au imprumutat obiceiuri si traditii, insa si-au continuat dezvoltarea traditiei pana in Asia Centrala. Urmarind serialul Suleyman Magnificul am inteles putin referitor la traditiile lor de casatorie, observand clar puterea barbatului in fata femeii si mai ales dreptul sultanului de a avea mai multe sotii. Regula referitoare la numarul de neveste(4 maxim) a disparut in anul 1926, facand astfel multe femei fericite..banuiesc. Probabil felul meu de a gandi spune asta, si mai ales educatia. Spre exemplu, barbatul meu nu va merge niciodata inaintea mea pe strada, eu urmandu-l cu copiii. Nu ii judec pe cei care fac asta, nici pe departe.

Turcii sunt cei mai buni prieteni. Drept dovada, in anii petrecuti in Londra, m-am apropiat foarte mult de o turcoaica si un turc. Vor fi prietenii mei pe viata, au un suflet minunat, au fost mereu acolo, atat la bine cat si la greu. Vorbim aproape zilnic, chiar si acum, cand ne aflam in tari diferite. Turcii in general prefera grupurile, agitatia, petrecerile, deci..pe placul nostru, al romanilor! Din punct de vedere al afacerilor, pot spune ca sunt niste negustori innascuti. Iti dau impresia ca incearca sa iti vanda orice. Au chestia asta in sange. Si intre prieteni fac glume pe seama asta. Ce-i drept ramaneam blocata cateva secunde, acum ceva timp cand ii ceream ceva prietenei mele turcoaice si imi raspundea cu suma de bani pe care o vrea pentru lucrul respectiv. Acum, ma amuza si zambesc de fiecare data..

Deci, de ce iubesc Istanbulul? Nu pot sta sa numar cate motive am sa-l iubesc, neconditionat! M-am indragostit din prima clipa, ma face sa mi se faca dor si ma surprinde de fiecare data. Nu trebuie sa calatoresc pana la capatul lumii pentru a ma simti minunat. Asadar, orasul de pe doua continente, locul unde vestul intalneste estul, trebuie vazut macar o data… Fascinant si unic, Istanbul promit ca revin…curand!

 

 

 

 

 

As of the plane begins to land, on the small window I can feel the heat of Istanbul. Buildings are not very tall, however their color and shape are absolutely fascinating for me. Anyhow, this is a very little detail, if we make a comparison with the atmosphere in the heart of the city and the way I feel anytime I put my foot in this crowded and at the same time exciting city. It’s as if the sea gets mixed with the land. Just like buildings are one next to the other, so are the ships, which are literally suffocating.

Regardless of the reasons for my visits in Turkey, I’ve always felt like this. Cities are different, however not completely. But today I shall report strictly on Istanbul. I’ve tried to remember the first time I got here, however I find it impossible to do this, anyway,  I was very young, somewhere around 3 years old. Everything that came from the “Turkish people” back then, was better, having more quality. Perhaps this idea still lingers on, since the trade between Romania and Turkey is so prosperous. Of course, bearing in mind the times that we are living in…

I can say every nation has its specific traits and after a while, and a few walks I got to get there, in my attempt to classify people. So, landing on the Ataturk airport, the madness begins. Crowds of people, some running, others walking like on a boulevard, ,… however none yelling. At least them, the main guests. They speak loudly, laugh a lot, but their kindness and help I have never met in such a big number in any other cities. While standing in line for our passports, which line seemed as if endless, 2 – 3 Turkish people of a small stature start mingling and get in front of us. Some women were jumping over the fences, which were there only formally, others were going straight in front, forgetting about the already existing line. No one said anything, this being something normal for them. but what about the rest of us? I’ve just sat silent, looking at them and analyzing them, the way they are and I love them for the way they are. It’s not long that one can hear a British accent, a lady, that type of a lady that I talked to you about a little while ago, who puts on her glasses and tries to explain to them her point of view, and I believe in an ironic way, the good manners too! I quickly turned my eyes looking at my Turkish person. His reaction was amazing from my point of view. I let him understand that that’s the way Turkish people are, smiling and inviting him to get in front of me if he’s in a hurry. I got this very well stuck in my head and I believe I shall always remember this when I get caught on a wrong foot.

I did not have much time at my disposal, however I enjoyed their gastronomic good stuff. I know, I should have eaten so much baklava, or drink so much ayran, but..I promise I’ll get normal as of tomorrow. No, maybe the day after tomorrow, since tomorrow I leave for London, starting on Monday. I’ve also neglected my workouts, so..shame on me. I’m trying to fin an explanation for my consciousness, for me to feel good, but I find it hard to do that. I know! I walked a lot, therefore I did do some sport, right? And I can feel the taste of baklava, what a good stuff..

Anyway, Turkish culture has gone through several stages: pre – Anatholic, Selgiucidi and Ottoman. It also had to deal with several civilizations, such as the Arabs, the Iranians and the former inhabitants of Small Asia. They have borrowed some traditions and customs, however they have kept on developing their tradition up to Central Asia. Watching Suleiman the Magnificent I understood very little in terms of their marriage – related traditions, clearly noticing the man’s power over a woman and most of all, a sultan’s right to have several wives. The rule referring to the number of spouses (maximum 4) has vanished in 1926, and thus many women have been happy,… I guess. Perhaps my way of thinking is telling this, particularly my education. For instance, my man shall never go in front of me in the street with me following him together with our children. I don’t judge them, not in the least.

Turkish people are the best friends anyone can get. As a proof to this fact, in the years I spent in London, I got very close to a Turkish woman and a Turkish man. They shall be my friends for ever, they have a wonderful soul, they have always been there for me, in good times and in bad times. We talk almost daily, even now when we live in different countries. Turkish people generally prefer groups, agitation, parties, therefore,… they are our type of people, the one that Romanians like! In terms of business, I can say they are innate traders. They give you the impression that they are trying to sell anything to you. They have this thing in their blood. And among friends, they even make jokes on this. It’s true that I used to get blocked for a couple of seconds a little while ago, when I used to ask my Turkish friend for something and she used to get back to me with the amount of money she wanted for that particular thing. Now I get amused and smile every single time….

Therefore, why do I love Istanbul? I just cannot sit and count the number of reasons I have to love it, I love unconditionally! I fell in love with it the very first moment I saw it, it makes me feel like missing it and it takes me by surprise every time I visit it. I don’t have to travel to the end of the world so as to feel great. Thus, the city on the two continents, the place where the West meets the East, has to be seen at least once… Fascinating and unique, Istanbul I hereby promise I shall return…. soon!

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