I love when I can relive my jouneys through my blog posts.Therefore, I am so glad to start another January at Divine World, with that kind of posts. As I have announced at the end of last year, for the New Year’s Eve, I was in Istanbul. I had absolutely no expectations. I went prepared to the best and to the less good. And I was welcomed by… Unexpected. Colossal. Crowd. Traffic and every other. Endless series of buildings and minarets. Bosphorus that can not be seen on postcards and TV stories. Sound of muslim prayer. Fish sandwiches. Milk with cinnamon. Pomegranate juice. Turkish women wear a head covering. Turkish women in high heels. I met me the city that is completely different from the ones I’ve visited so far. The city without the make-up. So natural. Seemingly raw. In fact, the city with a soul with wich you are falling in love over time, rarely at first glance. City whose rhythm of life teaches you to haggle, enjoy the smell of hookah, eat ratluk instead of chocolate. For the first time in some European capital, I shopped in my own language, because each of the sellers knew Serbian. For the first time in a foreign restaurant’s menu I saw sarma and moussaka. For the first time I learn more about my own history, by visiting some foreign land. And finally, for the first time I fell in love with the soul of a city, and not its walls. Until next post. Yours B.