constantinople. centuries upon centuries of invasions, empire, civilisation, the ancient imperial center, the contemporary nation caught amidst the flux of modernisation. we cast our gazes out upon the marmara, expecting to see the golden horn glimmering in the dusk. we sail across the bosphorous, wonder at the spires and domes of byzantium architecture, invade the treasuries of the ottoman empire, gaze upon the commercial relics amidst the 4000 shops in the grand bazaar. we munch on a donish kebab, barely feeling the ages converging upon this land mass between the aegean, the black sea, the mediterranean, sipping raki and listening to english songs playing on turkish radio, removed twice again from the armies and merchant ships of asia and europe haunting the morning fog.
- "the bf"
