He had recognised something in German policy and its people at the time; in their attitude and priorities. Their desire to relieve suffering first and to find solutions later. In this context, therefore, for a fleeting moment, the flag had become a symbol of this universal attitude. To me, at least. And to my own surprise.
Through you, I see more clearly a future that will serve us better. Through you, my choice of self-expression has matured. I am grateful to you for the path this has created in my life. A path leading in the opposite direction of your own, but in the place we both call home. I do not claim to be better than you, only to have other hopes for our future. A future inspired by the doves of Galata. How beautiful it is to see them fly!
No matter what time of day, the bridge always seems to be packed with fishermen. Standing there, shoulder to shoulder, some of them in conversation, others silently contemplating the ripples of the world beneath them.
We were welcomed by Manos, the man in this picture, with a big smile, his hands plastered with icing sugar and corn flour - the coating that helps keep the Loukoumi fresh.
On the way down, I saw this couple. Gentle and loving, they were floating in a world of their own making. Unaware of my presence, I took this snapshot. Feeling guilty and happy at the same time. Guilty on account of my intrusion, happy for making the moment last. Photography is a complex field of emotion.
He had become the silent ruler of the coastline, despite the inherent sense of tragedy. Having arrived, at last, in his dominion, after losing his direction in the freedom of the waves.
With a stride, lighter than his father’s, yet feathered by the same old soil, he shone with pride, his eyes aglow with purpose.