A Walk Around Karaköy & Galata

I have realized that when someone tells me about their upcoming trip to Istanbul and asks me what to do/see/eat, I drop whatever I am doing and start writing a long email with lots of links. I have written many, among them one to Sarah of Thyme, then to  Jenni‘s friend Marc, to Zerrin and… Read On

Return On Investment

Finishing an MBA and not ever think about ROI is unheard of. They hammer that thought into your deepest layers in your brain and you start thinking everything in terms of what value it brings, you bring, they bring to the table, what is the cost of the opportunities you have lost along the way,… Read On

A Quiet Scream

View from Pierre Loti, on top of Haliç A big city has a lot of problems. Traffic, waste, crowd, living expenses, unplanned urbanization, slums, air pollution… you name it. A big city like Istanbul has a lot of emotional baggage on top of these problems. It struggles to preserve its soul while gentrification, corruption, rant,… Read On

Back again…

I am back to the States after a long nine months of studies. It was fast, fun, loaded and was worth every minute of it. Now I am adjusting back to my life here, the quiet streets, people not elbowing each other while hopping on subway cars (not that there is a subway where I… Read On

Finding your limits

Starting to live here for a short-term period after 15 years of not-being-a-resident was not as easy as I had thought. Getting used to the daily life, the intensity of people or doing business in an environment where everyone says “It is easy bro, no worries” but does not give you any solid promise, coupled… Read On

All hands on deck…

All I could see were the hands of all the women in the house. Making the dough, rolling it out, filling it in, shaping, frying, doing everything at once in that little kitchen and narrow counter. It is hard to maintain an order sometimes, but as soon as it gets out of control in the kitchen,… Read On