One of the most famous stories of "One thousand and one nights" (كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة Kitāb Alf Layla wa-Layla) is "The magic carpet". I do not know if they were truly magical, but in my life I have had a lot of carpets. Indeed, I must say that I became a dreamer sat just over a carpet. Perhaps I was still walking uncertainly and already I remember my first carpet whose perimeter was the boundary of my world. That was not the real world, but my own world. A laboratory of dreams that like so many birds from there took off to go to populate the forest that was the real world.
A few days ago I bought a carpet. I bought it in the market in Tarlabaşı, right down on the street. Every Sunday takes place this play in the open air where people are spectators and players at the same time. Prices are cheap, chaos is unspeakable and fun guaranteed.
To be sat on a carpet in my room this week changed my life (at least the recent life). I was put back in touch with the essential elements of my existence. And dreams, become birds once again, have marked the flight to the city that was just outside the window: Istanbul. And there's no dust under my carpet and the ones I had in the past, never. And also this carpet still does not fly, it's true, but one of these days you never know ...
A few days ago I bought a carpet. I bought it in the market in Tarlabaşı, right down on the street. Every Sunday takes place this play in the open air where people are spectators and players at the same time. Prices are cheap, chaos is unspeakable and fun guaranteed.
To be sat on a carpet in my room this week changed my life (at least the recent life). I was put back in touch with the essential elements of my existence. And dreams, become birds once again, have marked the flight to the city that was just outside the window: Istanbul. And there's no dust under my carpet and the ones I had in the past, never. And also this carpet still does not fly, it's true, but one of these days you never know ...
