Tonight I woke up with the strangest feeling that I should be somewhere else. Like I don’t belong here and should be somewhere far far away from Prague and I guess you know where. Maybe I am idealizing that half a year, but I still think that (now let’s bring out some cliche) it was the best time of my life. When I will find the courage to just pack my stuff and fly off? There must be some weird, unusual connection between me and Istanbul and everything in it. It was whole new me there and I loved it.