A sincere gaze at İskilip from Kadir Tahtacı's lens...
“Do not cry for me mother
I have suffered as much as everyone
Please hide out all memories of my childhood
That is the only thing I have ever had…”
Sezen Aksu
We give kind regards to mountains that do not come into leaf when we cry, roofs that can feel autumn, people who walk or stand, poets who say “When men and even death get tired, now it is time for the best poem called peace” and mothers who clean out all of their misery every morning!..
“İskilip” by Kadir Tahtacı
Mehmet Efendi is the first, who started to roast raw coffee beans and sell them to local people. Kurukahveci Mehmed Efendi in Eminönü is the oldest surviving coffee shop for Turkish coffee in Istanbul.
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What relieves human beings after all turmoil? Either ecstatic laughter of sea gulls, or strokes of hammers into copper pieces firmly. Just eyes see crowded bazaars, a craftsman just makes the first sale of the day, pathways are just paced without tiring, and then human misses the peace.
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