Aug 29, 2011 | Golden Horn

Went on a long photo safari through the neighborhoods of the Golden Horn with some people I've known for only a short time. Julia brought her new friend Rojda, and as we were being introduced, Rojda said to me: "I know you! We met in Diyarbakir." It was four years ago, and Rojda had been at Umit and Celo's flat when they gave me a farewell concert on guitar and ute. She lives in Mardin now and was in Istanbul for Bayram. It was a last-minute decision to join us on the photo safari, and she had a premonition she might know the American her acquaintances were meeting in the Golden Horn. The fact that she did raised the hair on my arms.