We went to the Euphrates that day.
I dipped my hand in that magical river, river of my childhood dreams, and I wondered about about all the people whose hands it cooled.
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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.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
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- here we are again
- faces of urfa
- by the banks of the euphrates
- merhaba, hello
- narrow alleys and arches
- cave of the centaur
- scorpions don't like blue
- a brief interval
- sand, and faded blue
- batroun
- yallah, eat
- a lebanese weekend
- blue penguin and riot dog
- spray paint and wheat paste
- stand up
- civil disobedience
- the sting in the air
- the men in blue
- from the perspective of children
- this crime
- amongst the rubble
- a piano in taksim square
- a pause
- wasteland
- that burn
- i spoke too soon
- peaceful protest
- the entrepreneurs
- resist
- chapulling
- calm in the wake
- sketches of istanbul protesters
- footage from yesterday afternoon
- around beyoğlu yesterday
- scenes from taksim square
- tear gas and lemons
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2 comments:
wondering about the multitudinous hands is and excellent thought, reminiscent of thoughts of my own.
Thanks...for all your sharing.
The protest, gas and standers and police, but in times past it has all happened before and people lived and died and fought and loved and some unknown and known have cooled there hands in this and other rivers.
Be well.
Thank you, Dan.
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