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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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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