I miss caramel sweets, oldfashioned lemonade,
horse-drawn carriages decorated for feast days,
the market gardens full of cos lettuces, the
days when no one walked through Beyoglu without
a tie, the way people smiled in greeting at
complete strangers, and the beauty of Cahide
Sonku as a young girl. Every time I hear clear
sound coming out of a radio I have repaired,
the past seems to come alive again. It happens
every time. That is the joy I get out of it.
Perhaps I am deluding myself, but what is that
to anyone else!'
he talked his tired eyes shone with memories
of the past: the days when dolphins wintered
in the Golden Horn and snow lay knee deep in
the streets; spring months when the lindens,
judas trees, clematis and basil bloomed luxuriantly
in the large gardens around the old houses;
Greek girls with pearly complexions walking
along the seashore, and clumsy rowing boats
with peeling paint crisscrossing the waterway
between Fener and Kasimpasa.