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“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.” ------------------------------------------ Louise Glück

        I was a Space Refugee & Double Decker &                     Going to Heaven by Glennray Tutor

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“İnsan gördüğünü veya gördüğüne inandığını resmetmez; binlerce sarsılışla, aldığı darbeyi resmeder.” --------------------------- Nicolas de Staël

           Red Port in Winter by Oscar Bluemner

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“Beni bir gün unutacaksan, bir gün bırakıp gideceksen boşuna yorma derdi, boşuna mağaramdan çıkarma beni. Alışkanlıklarımı, özellikle yalnızlığa alışkanlığımı kaybettirme. Boşuna tedirgin etme beni, bu sefer geride bir şey bırakmadım; tasımı tarağımı topladım geldim, neyim var neyim yoksa ortaya döktüm. Beni bırakırsan sudan çıkmış balığa dönerim.” --- Tutunamayanlar / Oğuz Atay

        Nwantinti by Njideka Akunyili Crosby

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“Chaos is being yourself.” --------------- Emil M. Cioran

           How many times by Andrea Castro

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“Die Berliner sind unfreundlich und rücksichtslos, ruppig und rechthaberisch, Berlin ist abstoßend, laut, dreckig und grau, Baustellen und verstopfte Straßen, wo man geht und steht – aber mir tun alle Menschen leid, die nicht hier leben können.” /     “The Berliners are unfriendly and inconsiderate, gruff and self-opinionated, Berlin is repulsive, loud, dirty and grey, construction works and blocked streets wherever you go. But I feel sorry for all those people who cannot live here.” --- Anneliese Bödecker                    (www.fragments.berlin)

                        B - Map by Vojd

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“Traveling is like flirting with life. It's like saying, I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.” ------------------------------ Lisa St. Aubin de Terán

                Zwickau IV by Matthias Hoch

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“You don’t know distance until you have shared your bed with somebody who is falling out of love with you.” --------------------------- The Distance / Beau Taplin

       Aesthetische Paranoia by Jürgen Klauke

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“All the hardest, coldest people you meet, were once as soft as water. And that is the tragedy of living.”

            Ballerina by Kevin Francis Gray

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“Bir yeri, gerçekten ve toptan terk etmeyen, yeni bir yola çıkamaz. (Tanrı Lut kavmine boşuna dememişti ya, ‘Geriye bakmayacaksın’ diye..)” ------ Oruç Aruoba

      Babel 5, Istambul by Jean - François Rauzier

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“Peki, ya bütün bu yolların bir sonu varsa? İnsan ana babasına, kocasına, ülkesine, aşkına ihanet edebilirdi ama ana baba, koca, ülke ve aşk elden gidince - ihanet edilecek ne kalıyordu geriye? Ya bu boşluk, bütün ihanetlerin varacağı yerse?” --- The Unbearable Lightness of Being / Milan Kundera 

            Die Toteninsel by Arnold Böcklin

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                     Parcels by Yjrö Edelmann

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“She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.” --------- Christopher Poindexter

            Swans by William Robinson Leigh

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“Cruel mothers are still mothers. Mothers are humans. Who sometimes give birth to their pain. Instead of children.” ------------ Nayyirah Waheed

       Pieta by William - Adolphe Bouguereau 

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“If a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams. We are awake, the city is asleep. And we are all stumbling through the city’s dream.” ------------------ The Absolute Sandman / Neil Gaiman

       Hochbahnhof Bülowstraße by Lesser Ury

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can we find you on other social media platforms?

sure, i’m on twitter / instagram / snapchat: @edankb. (but they are my personal accounts.)

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why do you post in three different languages?

i live, learn, think and feel with all these languages (turkish, english and german). and i don’t really believe in translations, so i decided this might be the best to present my existence in the truest way.

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who are you?

i am an art history student from berlin. born and raised in istanbul, but finally at home. also, part - time wanderess.