from: nesli
title: to hakan's mirrors
form: text; letter
1.8.2000
After seeing 27 cities and towns on the third day before the last day of my journey, I am here in Essouira which I think was worth to travel all those distances, which I fell in love with, where I shed my last tear drops because of my joy and sadness, and join your MIRRORS after having overcome my damned pride...
I love you like the pullovers made of rough wool, having naive motifs, worn by the fishermen of Essouira: warming, protective and real...
I love you like I do a candy bar, seeing you as a plain person not isolated from his childhood, whose image we thought lost a long time ago but in fact existing with different shadows...
I love you like I do my first balloon, my first experience of an amusement park, my first cat, the first sentence I read, always alive, always real...
I believed when I first met you that I could love you without hurting you, without getting hurt, with care, honesty and freedom, and I wasn't wrong.
I grow with you, and enjoy that childish curiosity, that affection and trust seeking no requiting, thus getting more than it expects...
You are the only person I know who is both an innkeeper and a traveler...I would like to thank you for the privilege of accommodation at your inn...
Nesli