With shaky hand I began, it’s not as easy as I thought even when I wanted a more complicated piece I managed to complete this one! The color pink will turn red, purple into blue and green will appear after the final stage as green.
Later after the workshop I had a quick bite in a restaurant located in the busy Sultan Ahmet, Istanbul. I over heard conversation between two ladies which was sadly shocking, she went on briefing her friend in a sarcastic way saying ‘who would want to be with a crazy person like me!’ As her friend remained all ears she kept making fun of herself. I couldn’t stand her self abuse, thinking the color purple won’t turn blue without spending sometime inside the oven! Pressure and difficult circumstances changes people. Oh my… the way her life turned, speechless.
By the time my 10 days journey ended I received an email from the art center apologizing for not being able to proceed to the final stage, there is an issue with the kiln, many artworks have been damaged. Sadly I couldn’t see the results I promised but I did like the journey of creating and I think I did well.
He talked all the way from the airport till we reached the hotel about different random things – mostly politics.
I kept nodding at most of the raised subjects. I disagreed with respect which made him more open and into discussing further details — OH NO PLEASE GOD. This time I kept quiet on my back seat listening to a total stranger, but as he speaks with such concerned tone he caught my attention finally!
While he compares the voting system in U.S to UK, I was staring at the front mirror looking at parts of his face and hand expression, in his 60s I say, good looking, gray blue-ish eyes, sharp nose. He looked so attractive to be just a driver! he should be in sales at Tiffany’s or something!
It all started when he asked my favorite question: Are you alright young lady? when I first entered the cab looking so distracted checking my mobile, checking my bags all is here, I finally made it in London saying to myself. I have to admit I get anxious as I grow when traveling alone. I used to enjoy it but no more, I rush into touching the ground.
I must say this trip wasn’t planned well I missed arrange few things when I thought it’s smarter to exchange money from Qatar airport! My ATM card got blocked as the clock ticks rushing me to head to the next gate. I entered the wrong password not twice but three times — Oh boy this ain’t good. It lead me to go through my pocket and handbag only to find few Dinars and Riyals and Dollars.. what equals 115 pounds which is safely my ride to the hotel. Calling the bank didn’t help the callcenter staff said ‘you need to wait 24 hours to try again only this time you should enter the right password!’ Later in the plane… staring at my phone: please remember your password H…
Back to the taxi driver who also complained about the road constructions which I did noticed but didn’t care for, I agreed saying: ‘yeah, but eventually will turn alright’.
I was tired and thinking how come it took 12 hours to reach London when it’s only 6 hours fly! I couldn’t bother calculating the miles.. my hand watch needs to be readjusted and so is my biological clock. I was thinking about tomorrow’s job interview as well, should I ask for a wake-up call? I am a bit hungry too.
‘Thanks and take care’ I said to him and head to the front desk for check in.
I have officially introduced to the color black when I moved and lived in Qatar 2012. My closet became 80% dark colors, mostly black. It wasn’t an option before that, surely not my favorite. By time I realized the huge dramatic change and wondered what happened?
Here in Istanbul you can never miss the fact that the color black is people number one choice — plain black, strong and clear. Orhan Pamuk once said describing his home town ‘Istanbul, city of sadness…’
Preferring color over another definitely reflects our mood and hidden feelings and in some cases to fit within new circles, different cultures and so on… why do I need to analyze continuously wearing black when it’s simply because it’s a gorgeous color!
The journey of looking for a rental car begins from the airports. I’m gonna need a car now that I have two projects working on. Keeping in mind the word TEMPORARY – in bold, CAPS, LOUD and CLEAR – I do not wish to settle here. As I browse rental options I realized might as well exchange the different currencies I have in my purse. I look… umm this reminds me of when I was looking for the same thing back on Oct in Qatar #airport, when the ATM almost swallow my card due to entering wrong pass repeatedly! My bad, I blame early morning flights. So I decided to keep whatever currency I have – just in case.
I like airports it’s where a chapter begins or ends…