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| صورة التقطتها في جنيف بسويسرا بداية العام 2015 |
I didn’t know when I was packing up in that room number 168,
and heading to Lyon to get my visa to Thailand, I didn’t know that the flight
which is supposed to take me to Bangkok will be taking me to Kastamonu.
Moreover, what I have been looking for next to a lake far away in calm spiritual
Thai place, I find it in this city lost between mountains and in its people generosity
and smiling faces.
Every new place and an unexpected adventure is an exciting
literary and artistic project. Things to write about here are limitless,
pictures to take, spaces to take for yourself contemplating and getting in
touch with you surroundings are countless. Tosya is the city of rice, of tea, of
wood, of smiling people. Here you are
feeling yourself living in an ideal place with ideal people.
This is a city where you feel yourself in touch with nature,
with angels with gods that you feels everywhere around you taking care of rice
firms. It is a place where people are living with purity and innocence and
where you will be invited every single minute to have a new cup of tea seems to
be tasting different in this place.
