When Age Comes of Age
I think of the nostalgic times of Istiklal Street, the most popular cultural and shopping centre of Istanbul, the centre of Istanbul, during my childhood years.
Sometimes a person cannot escape from his past. Wherever he goes, his own past chases him. Especially when age advances, people think about their past even more. Because life accounting has started to be done in this period. There are also regrets behind, as well as behaviours that I am glad I did. In fact, while being happy for the right choices, the pain of wrong decisions is also felt.
For example, you suddenly go back to your high school years. Especially the first loves occupy a significant part of your past in these young years. The first holding hands, the first glances, the first meetings. Now everything is left behind. One turns and looks at one's past sometimes, every emotion is hanging there, like a black and white picture in a picture frame. For better or worse. When the day comes, young people should know that one day they will also have to reckon with this past. I remember the nostalgic times of Istiklal Street, the most popular cultural and shopping centre of Istanbul, the centre of Istanbul, when I was a child.
Beautifully dressed gentlemen and ladies used to appear here in my youth. I should point out that this street is not only a street, it also serves as a cultural centre and is important not only for Istanbul but also for Turkey. I would not be exaggerating if I said that this street was the centre of stage and cinema art of the period! But the only thing I remember as a child was the "Lebon patisserie". When we shopped there without eating an Easter bun, something would be missing. In those days, we used to go to the matches at the Dolmabahçe Stadium. Ah, oh what good days those were for me. Most importantly, how nice it was to be a young man in those years.
The other day I came across the news on a TV channel that the Lebon patisserie would be closed down. So, like all good things, it could not escape succumbing to time. The closure of Lebon, one of the symbols of Istiklal Street with 212 years of history, inherited from the Ottoman period, was important for me. It was not only the shutters and lights of a simple patisserie that closed. Along with it, my beautiful memories from my past were also closing down. For this reason, I see this situation as a wound in my past. And at the same time, when I see these symbolic places closing down, believe me, I feel very sad.
At such times, the words of that beautiful song, which I always listen to with different emotions, come to my mind.
The past is a wound in my heart.
"I also suffered from the past
My life has been burnt by this love
I realised it's worth a love
I've lost my youth
I'm on my knees in front of you
No one's ever been good to us
At last I fell and died
The green sea in your eyes
Even if I didn't wrap it, I didn't pass this ambition
They took him away in a sad adventure
He became a favour to someone else, hands became happy
My heart has always been a desolate land
The past is a wound in my heart
My fortune is darker than my hair
You're the one who makes me cry from time to time.
This is the sad memory
Nor did he let me sleep on his chest
What a kiss he comforted me with
Many years have passed
She's forgotten me too
Even if I didn't wrap it, I didn't pass this ambition
They took him away in a sad adventure
He became a favour to someone else, hands became happy
My heart has always been a ruined land"
Stay with respectful love.
