There are some places in one’s life. No matter how long you are gone, some places which stay the same along with its roads, its fishing boats, its bakeries and its people.
Yes I see the difference here and there, but Tatlısu, the little village that has been standing there since I was born was still there for me to lay on the beach and feel the cold water of Marmara Sea. To talk to my friends whom I had not seen for 10 years. To curse while riding in the car because of the potholes and tight turns with no protection around the cliff. Or to be baffled that someone has not put a building up yet in a big green space in front of our house. Fish tastes the same. Tea tastes the same. Sea smells the same.
One difference is obvious though. I used to beg every night to my dad for his permission to go out to the cafe which was literally 2 minutes from our house. The curfew was 11 pm and was extended to 12 am after much debate when I was in the university finally.
Now I leave the house at 10 pm and tell my family “not to wait up!” and go to the cafe to enjoy a beer with friends.
Tatlısu is the same but I definitely made some progress in several decades!