- Attention! Exhibition
- A Modern Art feast
- A colorful summer in Istanbul
- ‘Alem’ exhibition in Munich
- An Istanbul in Marmaris
- Posters go on exhibit
- Mevlânâ at the Haghia Sophia
- Three exhibitions at the Bodrum Shipyard
- Giant sculptures made of sand
- India at Alaçatı
- Orbits and boundaries
- Bridge championship in Antalya
- Classical music lovers to meet at Gümüşlük
- An Italian at Parkorman
- World melodies permeate Istanbul
- Turkish Airlines contributes to civilian aviation sector
- Turkish Airlines to revive frigate Ertuğrul
- Turkish Airlines sponsors
- No obstacles for the handicapped on Turkish Airlines!
- Ankara-Muş flights resumed!
- Turkish Airlines’ announcement
- Turkish Airlines’ announcement to all domestic and international passengers
- Another new plane joins the Turkish Airlines Flight Academy
- Turkish Airlines sponsors Handball Championship
- 111’s of the month
- Bursa-Erzurum flights get under way
- Turkish Airlines sponsors European Bowling Championship
- Festival support from Turkish Airlines
- Pakistan media delegation visits Turkey
Flying is freedom
Flying… Being in one country in the morning and in another country on the other side of the globe in the evening has always struck me as magical and enchanting ever since I was a little girl.
I have never been afraid of flying; in fact on every flight I've ever been on I've always been a little bit curious about the other people with whom I shared the same fate.
My acquaintance with flying began at Istanbul's Yeşilköy Airport back in the days when we were either seeing my mom and dad off, or waiting for hours for them to return. We would stand with our noses pressed against the big high windows and watch the planes landing and taking off. If my mother and father were leaving, we would wait until the plane was airborne and then go sadly home with our grandmother, our only consolation being the presents that we knew would come later. Like many young girls, I think, I imagined that I would certainly be a stewardess one day and be able to see all the countries in the world.
Later on, when I was in high school, I remember the taste of the food we ate on the plane, especially when I traveled to Europe. The array of cheeses that was served on that little platter, even in Economy Class, and the other things offered with it were always interesting and carefully prepared. The food was of course our chief distraction since no movies were shown on board in those days.
During the years when I was studying in the U.S., flying with the ever friendly and helpful Turkish Airlines hostesses relieved the homesickness I inevitably experienced when leaving Turkey. Once 'Captain Küçük' even invited me up to the cockpit. As if to belie his name (küçük means 'little' in Turkish), he was actually a big strapping man, which is why he told me that day that I would never forget him. And indeed I still remember him fondly to this day.
It warms my heart that we can fly, that we can be reunited with our loved ones, or take pictures of people in exotic countries. It warms my heart that I can share with my children the world's splendor and the wonderful diversity of its countries and peoples, and, since 'all the world's a stage', that I can be an awestruck spectator at the global theater. I wish you all a pleasant flight.