RUN AWAY WITH ME: ISTANBUL (SHORT REFLECTION)

There is something magical about Istanbul. Say whatever you want, but when you go there, stay there and live there for the first time, you end up wanting to come back again, and again, and again...

Why am I here?

Finding such a peace even if there is always someone passing by, rushing, running.

Strolling the streets, getting lost again, and again, and again...

Why am I here?

Maybe you know?