Peyote's Use Of Nostalgia

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Istanbul is where the orient meets the occident. It is where Asia and Europe diverge, or rather converge. All seems to be in harmony here. Split by the Bosphorus at the Golden Horn, Istanbul carries millennia of history, buried in her stone-paved streets and taverns. She has certain elegance despite the blue and dreamy cloud wrapped around her. A feel of nostalgia has conquered her—nostalgia for an unknown something that has never existed to begin with. During the weekends, most Istanbulite would drink vodka, barhop, drink more vodka, and then go to a hookah bar to drink cay, eat some baklava, and smoke hookah at 5 a.m. No matter what life brought, I could always drink a glass of wine, smoke a cigarette, and watch the sun set down by the Bosphorus strait. I could go to Nayah to listen to reggae music or Raven to get the world’s best peppermint mojitos. Perhaps I could stop by Peyote where I met a Turkish TV-star and made friends with him. Or I could just wave at my friends from my apartment, located directly in front of Peyote. Perhaps, I could go to the Blue Mosque and listen to the call for prayer from one of the six minarets. Or even …show more content…

She holds some kind of hidden power in her oceans, enabling me to travelling across two continents in only seventeen minutes. One of her avenues took me to Topkapi Palace, home to the grand Ottoman Sultans for over 400 year, entailing hundreds of gold-decorated pavilions. The other avenue was filled with hundreds of thousands of hardcore soccer fans who were blocking up streets and raising their favorite team’s flag. The other avenue was where university students were protesting against the main party in power. The avenue in tangent to that was where the Pride Parade took place. The main streets were filled with Iranian singers, Kurdish dancers, Arabic guitar players, and for some reason, there was always that one American guy who stood by himself, trying to sing an Ed Sheeran

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