I returned to Istanbul. Now more than a week ago. There are so many things happened in those days. The Bandista have released their first album, "De te fabula narratur", beautiful, extraordinary and legendary. Bernardo came to visit me. And Istanbul gave its best in these days and he has enriched it with his unconventional cheerfulness.
The first of May we took to the streets to demonstrate and even this was a day of those will not forget. The prefect of Istanbul had refused permission for the event, as is the case since 1977 when 26 people lost their lives in Taksim square, of which 5 by bullets fired by who knows who and the other because of the crowd fleeing. This year, for the first time, several thousand protesters, after a bargaining occurred in the course of the event, were able to gain the square for a few hours, as a symbolic act. But we were locked in a section of the protest that at the end was charged savagely by the police who fired teargas and used water cannons to disperse the crowds.
A few hours later we managed to reach the area of Taksim square and the Bandista have inspired the crowd with their revolutionary songs.
On the evening of May 2 there was a concert of presentation of the album. An unforgettable evening ended in the morning as Istanbul style.
There are many other things to tell, but this time leave space for photos.
Last night, while Bernardo was leaving, I found myself thinking: "we are made this way". It seemed to me to write another chapter of a novel whose style I know very well. I know very well that feeling of being at a loved one departure, with the tears that cling at the edge of eyelashes, and a knot tightens the throat, then return home alone with the heart that beats for people far away.
But rewind the tape: this is the gallery.
Here below the effects of tear gas.
Here below finally around Takism square.
Here below sightseeing Istanbul with Bernardo
Here below the Bandista at "Vertigo".
