Istanbul in TV colors

Life in the desert and in the land surrounded by extensive masses of dust and sand is opaque. Dubai dense humidity is also a factor. After living more than one month with a misty horizon, Istanbul landscape is even more impressing. Clear air, probably only relatively pure, lets my eyes see the old town with a forgotten clearity.

Back to Istanbul, Europe

Thursday, July the 3rd I am back to Europe after 44 days. On the West coast of Bosphorus lays the European side of Istanbul. I am back to the Turkish capital after 12 years.
Back in 1996 on a dirty white truck I crossed eastern Europe with other eight friends to cruise to Anatholia. 1996, Atlanta olympic games, Micheal Johnson flying for 200 meters in 19.32 secs. Through one of the first mobile I asked my mom the results of track and fields.
Vegetation and weather are familiar. Far from the extreme heat in Arabic peninsula, green hills with large trees. Perfumes of Mediterranean accompanies the sun through the long July day.
Istanbul, for centuries the bridge from the East to the West, welcomes me for this short adventure in Europe. Far memories of adolescence and friendship make warmer and sweeter the weekend.

White eyes in white buses

A float of white buses carry the army of construction workers aroud Dubai. From the suburbs to the developing areas, a continuous flow of blue dressed pakistani is the blood thet feed Dubai.
Tired faces directed home, white wounded eyes looking for few hours of rest.
24 hours a day, 7 days a week endless motion. Thousands miles from Lahore, Islamabad, Karachi and more small communities from Punjab to the north, thousands miles reflected in their opaque espression, in their dusty beards.
Colors and spices of Pakistan become empty sweat. Still their big white eyes look outside the dirty windows of the buses, over the horizon, without destination.