My home is just 15 minutes driving distance to my workplace, but the same road took almost three hours today, because of the blizzard. It was more of a thrilling ice-skating than a drive.
I'm in high spirits, anyway, thanks to the beautiful scenes from Istanbul under the cover of thick snow. I like the city even more, when it's smooth over the cracks. When the mistakes done to her by our human hands, which is what turned her into a corpse bride with a white veil now, seemed to be corrected by the nature, temporarily...
Take this photo of Sultanahmet district. There is a deep symbolism here:
See how the snow further alienates the palm tree, a tropic/subtropic plant that is not native to Istanbul flora?
Not only this palm tree reveals the kitsch, arabesque aesthetics of our neo-liberal Islamist government, but it also reveals the fact that those municipal authorities could waste public funds to build such ugliness, instead of just keeping the roads clean of ice (or floods).
Anyway, I want to remain positive. After all, it is good that it snows here, as it gives us hope. It shows that Turkey still has several types of climates, despite the people who don't really like any kind of pluralism. They will lose, because nature always wins in the long term.
