I guess Istanbul, memory and I see the bridges that connect east and west, two continents and the wandering of the myriad faces, stories, looks, gestures and cultures ..
The Garden tonight will be the bridge that will contact the two sides, such as the Bosporus, belong to atraverseranno people who, if only for a night .. those who from the east from the west, each with its own history and want to share with the scents, sounds, words and sounds. The evening will live of the people who inhabit this step, accompanied by the smell of a dish as easy as point turkish, unearthed from dusty old music from an antique dealer in Beyoglu and the movie Head-On.
"I spent my life in Istanbul on the European side, in homes that looked out over the water, Asia. Being near water, watching the opposite bank, another continent, I always remember my place in the world, and it was good. And then one day it was built a bridge connecting the two shores of the Bosphorus. When I got on deck and watched the landscape, I realized it was even better, even nicer to see the two sides together. I realized that it was better to be a bridge between two shores. Rovolgersi without belonging to the two banks. "