Uzaklardaki Amcasından

Yazan: Yusuf Emed

Since leaving Istanbul, my contacts with Turkish family and friends have been rare treats. Staying with Osman and Çiçek in Paris was like that. We discovered that Çiçek and I both studied in Boston, and wandered around the same streets as students. I got to see Paris with the eyes of people who live there; I still remember a Chinese restaurant we went to—quite different from the ones in Montreal. It was Chinese with a French flavour!

I had some unfinished conversations with Osman about the two Istanbuls and our family, same city and same family, but remembered differently in many ways. We stayed up into the night in a living room turned into bedroom for me, and finally made an effort to stop talking and go to sleep —we both needed to get up early and head off in different directions the next day. He was headed to Belgium for a meeting, and I was on my way back to Montreal.

Little did I know that that was the last time I would see him. I miss him.

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