Silivri is a far western borough of Istanbul on the European Marmara coast. My stay there in March was ambushed with contradictions. I went to cover a training session for young trainers organised by TOG and relished at leaving the office for a week. But the workshops were all in Turkish. Discovery turned to isolation, linguistic and locational.
The sea was beautiful from the seminar room. Large bay windows overlooking a perfect postcard picture. Yet we had to stay in. After a few days I was wondering… Has the world stopped? Are these windows giant lcd panels that screen a view of how things were before?
So I went out to see, to the sea, took my shoes off and walked. Smooth sand, yet littered with plastic bottles, glass, cans, all sorts of junk. Beautiful beach, yet oddly cut in half by two concrete piers. Not a place to let feet wander freely, and anyway, nowhere far to stroll.
Isolation, dead calm, evil forces of frustration, and a surprising oddity: no horizon.