Monday, May 29, 2017

I owed them, literally. Had they not had this coffee, certainly, I would not have graduated. I am talking about Mehmet Efendi’s Turkish coffees. This coffee keeps me alert. While studying for my senior project, my mom always brewed me a fresh cup. As I needed to toil very late, I had to drink something, eating also Turkish delight. The sketch was from a picture taken from the Ground Bazaar. Getting in Istanbul, purchasing fresh coffee and feeling its aromatic smell, brought me back to my old days in Turkey. Now, I should learn how to make my own coffee. If I could just manage the foam...

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