tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717819303611230882012-01-27T18:56:06.016+01:00Amsterdam'da Istanbullu, adi da DuduDuduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13337539216711045653noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125AmsterdamdaBirDuduhttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-471781930361123088.post-20165471614402755852012-01-25T15:46:00.001+01:002012-01-25T18:50:21.177+01:002012-01-25T18:50:21.177+01:00MadrilenoDuduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13337539216711045653noreply@blogger.com8Her sey Tinie'nin yuzunden oldu.
Belki dogum gunumde beni Barcelona'ya goturmeseydi, biz oyle guzel bir tatil gecirmeseydik, o kadar sevmeseydik, kendimizi oralarda hayal etmeseydik belki de ben hic Ispanya'daki okul listelerine bakmaz ve basvurmazdim. Ama gittik ve ama basvurdum!
Malum Ispanya'da ingilizce egitim sorunu var, cok az okul ingilizce egitim veriyor. Gidebilecegim okullar listesinde
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Mayis ayindan beri; plakcalar ara ara bulama, enisten "dedeminki bende alin kullanin" desin, araya yaz girsin, Istanbul'dan annemin ve babamin plaklari sonra Tinus'un plaklari da annesinin garajindan cikip gelsin, hoparlorler
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Eleni'nin adini veriyorlar. Basiretsizlik mi dersin beceriksizlik mi bilemem de o kucucuk yerde cok uzun suruyor Eleni'yi
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Bu hayati biraz degistirsek de mi yasasak yoksa degistirmeden cilalayip mi yasasak?
Bu aralar gulmek hatta gulumsemek bile zor, uzakda olmak zok daha zor.
Halbuki bence bana en cok gulmek yakisiyor.
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Analar neler doguruyor? diyorum :) Bunu hep diyorum cunku; o'nu oyle cok seviyorum, oyle cok begeniyorum, oyle bir hayranim ki... Iyi ki dogmus beee diyorum, hep ama hep!
Dogali tam 33 sene olmus! Yaklasik son 5 senesini birlikte gecirdigimiz 33 sene. Niceleri olsun, hep benim olsun, gozleri hep guzel baksin, o bana baktikca ben de askla guzelleseyim.
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Tam tamina 18 gunluk bir kacamak yaptim Istanbul'a. Biraz cikletten cikmis gibi oldu, bol surprizli
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Sadece onlari dusunup cok mutlu olabiliyorum ben.
Dudu bizim teyzemiz ama o bildigin teyzeler gibi degil dedigi zaman Ada, guluyorum, neymis diyorum bildigimiz teyzeler. Bilmem diyor, yasli galiba normal teyzeler veya yani sen kuduruksun iste diyor. Sizinle birlikteyken mutluluktan kudurma hali o bebegim, 6 yildir hep boyle bu.
Nice nice seneleri hep beraber
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“We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world.”
― Patti Smith, Just Kids
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Egmond'a gidip sahilde guneslenip, ayaklarimizi denize soktuk hatta su gecirmez, usumez kocam denize bile girdi. Gece gec saatlere kadar kanal kenarinda oturup, yiyip ictik. Vondelpark'da yayilip yattik, mangalda etlerimizi cevirdik, sarabimizi ictik, cekirdekleri
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Araya giren uzun tatiller, yaz-deniz-gunes, anne mamalari derken ipin ucu biraz kacti ve tabii ki kilolar alindi. Zararin neresinden donersek kardir deyip yine saglikli beslenme moduma geri dondum ve arti olarak daha fazla hareket etmeye basladim
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Yaz tatili bitti, aci oldu!
Son yillarin en uzun tatilini yaptim. 1 Temmuz'da Hollanda'dan ayrilip, 5 Eylul'de geri dondum. Istanbul'da mahalledekiler "Ayh galiba o bosanmis gelmis herhalde bak aylardir burada" demeden, Hollanda elimden oturum kartimi almadan, kocam delirip "Yeteeeeeeeer" diye bagirmadan dondum geldim.
2 hafta Yunanistan ustu 1 hafta Istanbul'da Tinus'la onun tatiline cila
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Hania'ya indigimizde, Almirida denen kucuk kasabaya gitmek hedefti. Giderseniz
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Pina Baush'un ekibini sahnede ilk ve son defa 2003'de Istanbul'da Tiyatro Festivali'nde izleyebildim. Ogrenciydim, dans, tiyatro, muzik hepsiyle cok ilgiliydim ve o gosteriyi
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Cok tembellik yapiyordum ama son gunlerde surekli Barcelona'ya gidecek arkadaslarimi duyup, hepsine ufak minik tip'ler vermek istiyorum bari hepsine, herkese bir agzidan olsun dedim. Efenim biz buradan Vueling diye bir sirketle cok uygun fiyata ve cok rahat gittik. Ayin grubu olarak Nouvelle Vague secmislerdi ki en sevdigim gruplardandir, onlarin tingir mingir muziklerini
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Bundan tam 30 sene once, Istanbul'da tombis bir bebek olarak dunyaya gelmisim. 6 Mayis. Bana kalirsa, takvimlerin en guzel, en aydinlik, en gunesli, en yesil baharli en mutlu gunu.
Soylenenlere gore; ablam cok istemis beni. Sonra niye bana sinir oldu bilmiyorum ama surekli cingenelerden alindigimi, hatta ispati olarak da Hidrellez'in ertesi gunu dogmus olmami soylerdi. Saftirik ben de inanir
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Simdi de fark ettim ki Belgrad'da sonlamisim benim meshur Interrail macerami. Kendi hafizam icin kaldigim yerden, soyle etraflica toparlayarak, ozetleyerek kendime bir hatirlatma yapmak istedim. Kendime yani bu yazi... Hatirlasana hani
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Neredesiniz, havalar nasil bilmiyorum ama Amsterdam'da hava muhtesem. Terlik, etek, elbise sezonunu actik. Okul-is cikisi yuzumuzu gunese donup, parklarda bahcelerde mayisiyoruz.
2 gundur de mutlaka Beirut'dan bu sarkiyi dinliyorum, Eylul'de Beirut izleyebilecegim icin sevindigimden olsa gerek :)
Postcards From Italy
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Okul, is, hayat rutinlerim izin verdikce oldukca sik sinemaya gidiyorum, evet onaylamadigimiz halde
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Yuzugumu kaybettim.
Tulin'den kalan, hep parmagimda olan, kaybetmekten odumun koptugu yuzugumu kaybettim. "Yanimda goturmeyeyim, kaybederim filan bence kalsin burda" dedigim an, en son an, en son hatirlayabildigim. Hala daha her yere bakiyorum, bi yerden cikacakmis gibi geliyor. Ctrl+F yapmak istiyorum, tak diye bulsun, hop yine
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