Mirrors Far Away

I was a young highschooler when I obtained my first Beyoğlu map. On it, the Hazzopulo Passage was named as “Danışment Geçidi”. I had marked some tattoo shops and boutiques on the map, the idle yet vital interests and yearnings of a very young girl. The politics of naming and renaming public spaces was still a long way further away from my consciousness. Sometimes I feel like passing that young girl by on the street, and remember how secretive and magical everything was for her… Maybe one day I will be as full of life as her again.