Wandern by Can Berkol
this City
I am walking up and rolling down the hills of the city. It’s raining heavily. It’s hard to see familiar faces during such weather conditions. No one is in the streets. No one, but me and few other strangers.
I am randomly diving into streets, exploring neighborhoods. I am a free soul today. As the rain speeds up, I discover darker alleys where dogs and cats hide. Then, before the nightfall I discover an old broken bed in a haunted shack. I wonder where the owner is, what he does at the moment...
No matter how random, how unexpected I crawl, there is a power beyond me. A power that controls maybe not my moves and decisions but my feelings, my fear and rage. This city is alive; there is an organic bond between her and I.
I see a black cat with huge green staring at me; I see a homeless begger staring at me; I see a white dog with brown flakes on it staring at me; I see a child holding a plastic soccer ball staring at me, I see an old lady with a pink pajama holding a cup staring at me... They all have one thing in common: They have me in their eyes; they have captured my sillhoute in their minds.
I look back directly in their eyes. Same look, same gesture all the time. A gentle smile and a curious touch. This city; there is something different about it. Here, there are not only bodies but full-grown interconnected souls.
This city is alive; it’s simply not just a point on the map. There is more. There is something else. This city is a collective act of distinct souls. All destined together.
There is so much corruption around, so much hatred and rage. At every corner there are people stressed and exhausted, there are dogs and cats dying for hunger. There is no trust only survival thrust. Dreams lost, no more hope!
I see a black cat with huge green eyes staring at me; I see a homeless begger staring at me; I see a white dog with brown flakes on it staring at me; I see a child holding a plastic soccer ball staring at me; I see an old lady with a pink pajama holding a cup staring at me... The lady feeds the cat; the child – her kid - drops few coins to homeless. I offer a warm welcoming smile to the dog. Dog decides to protect the child.
Everyday, everytime when the child leaves home, the dog walks him to his school; and she walks him back from his school; back to home.
At the end of the day homeless blesses the child and her mother; the cat open her beautiful but scary eyes watching all my moves warning me about any possible hostility. At the very same moment the dog barks to the cat sweeping all the fears resided deep in my heart. Then she runs back to me with all the stories and memories. I take her picture; I capture her gentle smile, her friendly touch, her warm breath.
The dog is this city. So are the cat, the lady, the homeless, and the child. This city is alive; it is a collective act of distict souls. This city is alive and there is an organic bond between her and I. The mixed up memories of the past, they follow me. The lost dreams and paused hopes, they accompany me.
I lose sense and track of time. I keep walking day and night through the streets of this city until I reach the darkest alley, until I see an old broken bed in a haunted shack.
The shack is this city; this city is alive and there is an organic bond between her and I. This city is my past and my future. This city hosts my darkest darkest secrets, the most forbidden passions, my loves and hates – all my emotions... This city is me, it’s my home. It’s my destiny; It’s my past and my future...
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Date Published: October 09, 2009
Date Taken: December 07, 2008
Aperture: f/5.6
Shutter Speed: 1/40
ISO: 160
Focal Length: 90 mm
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A dark & cloudy morning... We were walking through narrow streets.
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