Home Away From Home

Onur introduced me to one of his friends, Ozun. Ozun is one of those super cool artsy guys totally into pop culture, underground culture, and having a good time. Ya know, the kind that keep random things that inspire creativity and tapes them into books with blank pages or puts them in a tin with other random things that inspire creativity. He also loves fashion photography and has developed his artistic ability well enough to make a few million (Turkish Lira) to pay his rent.

We went to his apartment the other night and for the first time I felt like I was at home with MY friends. Everything seemed so familiar to me. A sparse apartment with vintage furniture arranged in such a way in which the cord for the stolen cable just reaches the television. An array of DVD's, CD's, big fat fashion magazines and random photographs are dispersed on the floor just below the TV. On the TV is either Fashion. TR on mute with some electronic Turkish soundtrack playing in the background or some other messed up short film by David Lynch. We sit around drinking tea, coffee, or juice mixed with cheap vodka, and talk about how some of us would rather die young.

It was perfect. Moments like this are very few and far between; which, since I am here to experience life in a completely new culture, is a good thing. But still, I just love them when they happen.

I also got to take home a posh little hat as a memento. This hat in fact reminds me of a similar little hat I used to own before I lost it in some drunken escapade during my college days at Madison.

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