Today I visited Ara Güler´s exhibition at CCB. His images of Istanbul brought back beautiful memories from my trips to the melancholic 'Poli' (as the Greeks call it). The people - particularly welcoming with those from 'Yunanistan' -, the monuments, the busy and dirty streets, the women covering with scarves and grey or beige raincoats during the August ramazan, the priests in Fanari, the river, the wooden houses on its shores, the bridge linking Europe to Asia, the terribly cold and grey streets in winter, the muezzins calling for prayer... And also the Greeks who took us around and who, few years later, would follow so many others before them and 'return' to the motherland... There are faces in Güler´s photos, cafés, activities, that are 'theirs' as much as they are 'ours'. They are two people´s that lived together for a very long time. Or should I say more than two. Güler is of armenian origin. Being at CCB, I didn´t resist having a second go at Annemarie Schwarzenbach´s photos from the Middle East. These are different 'journeys'. There is no fear there. Just longing.
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