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  • I got it from my mama ❤️ HappyMothersDay ILoveYou
  • I got it from my mama ❤️ HappyMothersDay ILoveYou
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  • And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye. .
#skay #dream #spring #evening #sunset #lake
  • And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye. .
    #skay #dream #spring #evening #sunset #lake
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  • Окрыленных много, крылатых мало. 
#dream
  • Окрыленных много, крылатых мало.
    #dream
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  • ✔Done
⠀
Из каждой поездки мы отправляем открытку домой📮.
Сегодня наша открыточка из солнечного Таиланда☀️ полетела в
в холодную Россию❄
Вот такая добрая традиция есть в нашей семье👫
А у Вас есть какие-нибудь традиции, которые вы стараетесь соблюдать?
  • ✔Done

    Из каждой поездки мы отправляем открытку домой📮.
    Сегодня наша открыточка из солнечного Таиланда☀️ полетела в
    в холодную Россию❄
    Вот такая добрая традиция есть в нашей семье👫
    А у Вас есть какие-нибудь традиции, которые вы стараетесь соблюдать?
  •  0  1  2 hours ago
  • Ripping out parkay
  • Ripping out parkay
  •  3  1  2 hours ago
  • Hi! This is me.
I was born in what was then West Berlin in 1975 to a German physiotherapist and a Turkish dentist. My father was literally the “13th Turk” in Berlin (now that is another screenplay which I’ve outlined and wanted to write for a very long time and that’s the title right here... 🤣🙌🏻) - the year he arrived to commence his studies at Berlin’s Freie Universiät: 
The year the Wall would be built - 1961. 
Upon his arrival he was only one of 13 Turkish immigrants and it was only later that same year that many more Turkish immigrants should follow, but not in a capacity as students or trained specialists than rather as guest workers from rural areas in Turkey. 
My parents didn’t however meet in Germany... oh no! As my father moved to whatcwas about to become West Berlin, my mother fled the East of the city the very night the Wall was built - that fateful night of August 13, ‘61 - and were moved to a camp in Heidenheim (South of Germany). Their paths were not to cross until almost 4 years later when she was vacationing in Istanbul with her family and my father was visiting home during his summer break... she was barely 17 when they met and he was ten years her senior.

Now tell me that isn’t a story which needs telling! 
When I look into the mirror I see my legacy: 
I see my father’s determination to make it in a foreign country and the pull of his heart to keep traveling and seeing places beyond the horizon. 
But I simultaneously see my mother’s quiet strength and her unceasing ability to start from scratch & build a home wherever life threw her. 
Maybe that is why I struggle so much with my current situation and the lack of control I seem to have over where and how I live my life.

Because inside of me there are those two opposing forces, equally strong, pulling at me... I need new experiences, new friendships, new sights, sounds & smells- the whole crazy colourful world out there.

I need the buzz of a large city and the sure knowledge that cultural indulgence is only a grasp away. I need both, vast landscapes and the ocean, never more than an hour’s drive away. - 
But I need to feel at home as well. 
I haven’t felt at peace for a long time.
  • Hi! This is me.
    I was born in what was then West Berlin in 1975 to a German physiotherapist and a Turkish dentist. My father was literally the “13th Turk” in Berlin (now that is another screenplay which I’ve outlined and wanted to write for a very long time and that’s the title right here... 🤣🙌🏻) - the year he arrived to commence his studies at Berlin’s Freie Universiät:
    The year the Wall would be built - 1961.
    Upon his arrival he was only one of 13 Turkish immigrants and it was only later that same year that many more Turkish immigrants should follow, but not in a capacity as students or trained specialists than rather as guest workers from rural areas in Turkey.
    My parents didn’t however meet in Germany... oh no! As my father moved to whatcwas about to become West Berlin, my mother fled the East of the city the very night the Wall was built - that fateful night of August 13, ‘61 - and were moved to a camp in Heidenheim (South of Germany). Their paths were not to cross until almost 4 years later when she was vacationing in Istanbul with her family and my father was visiting home during his summer break... she was barely 17 when they met and he was ten years her senior.

    Now tell me that isn’t a story which needs telling!
    When I look into the mirror I see my legacy:
    I see my father’s determination to make it in a foreign country and the pull of his heart to keep traveling and seeing places beyond the horizon.
    But I simultaneously see my mother’s quiet strength and her unceasing ability to start from scratch & build a home wherever life threw her.
    Maybe that is why I struggle so much with my current situation and the lack of control I seem to have over where and how I live my life.

    Because inside of me there are those two opposing forces, equally strong, pulling at me... I need new experiences, new friendships, new sights, sounds & smells- the whole crazy colourful world out there.

    I need the buzz of a large city and the sure knowledge that cultural indulgence is only a grasp away. I need both, vast landscapes and the ocean, never more than an hour’s drive away. -
    But I need to feel at home as well.
    I haven’t felt at peace for a long time.
  •  0  1  2 hours ago
  • The Fairytale of New York.... Revisiting some of our favourite spots.

Any suggestions for things we just shouldn’t miss whilst we’re here with the kids?  Friday night Knicks game? 9/11 museum too much for children? Best shops off the beaten track? 
We have covered a lot of ground - 54km on foot and a lot more via subway, path and Uber but this city is big and we are time rich!!
  • The Fairytale of New York.... Revisiting some of our favourite spots.

    Any suggestions for things we just shouldn’t miss whilst we’re here with the kids? Friday night Knicks game? 9/11 museum too much for children? Best shops off the beaten track?
    We have covered a lot of ground - 54km on foot and a lot more via subway, path and Uber but this city is big and we are time rich!!
  •  12  1  2 hours ago
  • Ich, wie ich über meine früheren Träume nachdenke und realisiere, dass die langsam in Erfüllung gehen.

Es ist schon krass wie man seinen Träumen immer etwas näher kommt, wenn man an ihnen festhält und dafür arbeitet

Pic by @iamainhi 
#pic #fotoshooting #vibes
  • Ich, wie ich über meine früheren Träume nachdenke und realisiere, dass die langsam in Erfüllung gehen.

    Es ist schon krass wie man seinen Träumen immer etwas näher kommt, wenn man an ihnen festhält und dafür arbeitet

    Pic by @iamainhi
    #pic #fotoshooting #vibes
  •  12  2  2 hours ago
  • Мелочи важны☝🏻
.
Всегда и неважно в чем, если ты уделяешь внимание каждой детали, ты можешь наслаждаться результатом своего труда с гораздо большим удовольствием😌 ведь игнорируя мелочи, порой мы не замечаем самого важного🤔
  • Мелочи важны☝🏻
    .
    Всегда и неважно в чем, если ты уделяешь внимание каждой детали, ты можешь наслаждаться результатом своего труда с гораздо большим удовольствием😌 ведь игнорируя мелочи, порой мы не замечаем самого важного🤔
  •  17  1  6 hours ago
  • Make it your HABIT 😎
  • Make it your HABIT 😎
  •  134  12  18 hours ago