Galata Bridge
Looking at the fishing boats crossing under the Galata Bridge, with feeling impressed that I am standing in the middle between Europe and Asia, time pass like a blink, and here I am after 25 years same place same smell same sound, but this time with my wife.
After 25 years of my first visit to Galata Bridge, my foot step on the same bridge in Turkey Istanbul. My first visit was with my family. I have three brothers and one sister, and I am the big brother, when I was only twelve…
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