It still hasn't sunk in.
Even though I am sitting on a bare floor staring at two suitcases and a carry-on. In three hours, I'll be on my way to the airport, to my new life in Istanbul.
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Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
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2 comments:
Hey, have a nice trip to Istanbul.
If I had to choose between SF and Istanbul, I wouldnßt know how to decide. Lucky you, getting both! :)
Thank you Kerstin!
It was a tough decision, but my heart has always been in Istanbul.
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