Now I'm reading a book of turkish writer who lives in Istanbul - Orhan Pamuk "The museum of innocence". And it's amazing - lots of interesting for me details, features of that time and culture. Things I don't understand, but I'm trying. Things I already know and maybe experienced something. Sometimes I feel like I'm somewhere on these pages.
I'm reading - and I'm there - in Istanbul - crowded, bright, different, sunny and full of love. It's awesome how he describes details - smells, colours, sounds, faces. And of course this culture which I want to understand - what makes that people act like this? Why they're like that? Why they think differently and have different priorities, values and point of view about society?
Books are developing imagination, feelings, memory and critical point of view. I love books and films which make think.
December. At New Year time everyone is waiting for a miracle and has that special mood when you're looking up at the falling snow and you know: "Everything will be fine". By the way the best New Year films for me are "Serendipity" (yes, I believe in destiny) and already classical "Love actually".
Last time it was snowing about 3-4 weeks ago. I'm waiting for falling snow. Then I'll take a cup of hot choсolate, watch my "new year movies" and be sure: "Everything will be fine".