Going back to Istanbul was more than a trip. it was living through all the past memories once again. First days were sleepless. How could I sleep among all these memories? They kept me awake. They keep me alive. I wondered where in my memories I was left.
What about you? Have you ever thought where in your memories you are?
Monday, August 04, 2008
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