[EXPAT VOICE] Memories of İstanbul
05 November 2010, Friday / Chris Deliso*
I don’t remember much of the things that have happened to me in İstanbul or, at least not the circumstances surrounding them.
I cannot recall them in an ordered narrative; more than any other place, what comprises my memories of İstanbul is independent images, dreams that glow brightly but then disappear, luminous objects that just slip away when you reach for them.
I had never expected to go to İstanbul, much less to live there. It was a coincidence, or fate, that sent me the first time. But the second time, the third, the fourth and so on? Perhaps there is some irresistible magnetism…