Sunday, November 21, 2010
The week before I left for Denmark, I received the news that my grandad is ill. In some way I suppose I sensed it, and wanted to visit his homeland to connect with him in some way— to see what he has seen, eat what he has eaten and feel what he might have felt. I used to see my grandparents all the time when I lived in San Francisco, but now that I have moved to Istanbul, I haven't seen them in over a year. My grandad is one of my most favourite people; his strange sense of humour, his wry grin, his honesty and vast knowledge of swear words in both Danish and English are just a few of the things I love about him.
Grandpap, I'll be seeing you in a little while.
Jeg elsker dig.