“Liparidas!”… Remembering the word, her face instantly lights up with joy. She travels back to her childhood in Ortaköy, a neighborhood once densely populated by Jews in Istanbul.
It has been three years since I’ve been a part of the Ski Club International des Journalistes (SCIJ). This year’s meeting is in France, at Val Cenis, a ski resort close to the Italian border
Everybody in Turkey must have seen the scenes of the insanely surreal slaughter of oranges recently.
In this column I once wrote a recipe for “hindi tandır,” which is turkey tandoori. It was a piece on Thanksgiving inevitably tackling with the etymology of turkey and how as a country we got doomed with being forever associated with that American bird
The first sign of spring will be falling today. In my childhood, I remember the dates marking the change of seasons were closely guarded.
Carnival is all about excess and indulgence, the last craze on binge eating and drinking before Lent starts.
Rose of the World! That was her name. Gülcihan; when literally translated, “gül,” meaning rose in Turkish, and “cihan” is world.
The fire keeps burning. Last year was the turn of the Red Fire Monkey, now it is the turn of the Red Fire Rooster. According to Chinese astrology, the zodiac cycle consists of 12 animals taking their turn each year.
The plant looked completely useless.
