On Giresun where is The hometown of kemancha, And touches the earlock of the love A couple of drops join Into the flood of Görele.
Since a thousand years,
Enver Usta has carved into hearts
On Çavuşlu he is,
The whole Black Sea plays horon
Cry out the mountains their love
The mulberry shutting nightgales up
Makes bows speak up
On Giresun where is
The hometown of kemancha,
And touches the earlock of the love
A couple of drops join
Into the flood of Görele.
We are passing through authentic mosques remained from Aydınids (or Aydınid dynasty) in Tire district of İzmir. We are looking over stone houses while we are breathing smell of saddle inside the historical bazaar. We visit Abdullah Usta whose shop is placed on the left side when moving to Paşa Mosque. He started his own craft, which was inherited from his father, in 1962. We are speaking a 54-year saddler Usta.
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Forging is such a charming craft that it can notify the guest only with the sound of the knob. Which best news was announced by the eternal love of walnut door and iron knob in these vast lands of Anatolia, who knows? Whenever the door was knocked, who asks which people were excited or which ones became anxious? For centuries, the sound of the knob has echoed in the stone sidewalks of Safranbolu. Such that, these sounds are the masterpiece of the veteran Usta.
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“Loving, everything starts with loving somebody. Everything ends with loving somebody here,” Sait Faik says. As he says “here”, he means Istanbul...
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