The Same Song

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Everything turned around. Again, here is hot as hell, and again the circle of the hell slowed down. In the last month of Turkey, I look back over my shoulder and I look around, looking for what has changed during this time. The memories, of the first impressions and thoughts about homework before travel to Turkey, make smile and good emotions. Now I know, it’s not possible to prepare for what is waiting, for your feelings and what may or may not happen. You can only make a list of key words, what to see and visit. But for a year in Turkey, you cannot even to get ready. No chance to prepare for cultural differences, heat, homesick and other things. You can only get ready to take it in yourself. Turkey has something what changes from the inside, opens you to the world and you don’t know, how and who you will be when you come back home.

 Colours, sounds, words and unacceptable things get meaning. Somewhere the faith gone, the thing you said “never in life” becomes routine. Get into the sounds, words and songs. And suddenly you catch yourself, when you are waiting again to hear those sounds or that song. I have a Turkish song as well. For the first time, I heard it in a concert at the beginning of the one year journey. The event took place in the arena on the coast of the sea, with interesting and impressive Turkish youth around. After a few hours, the feet ask for rest, half of me want to go home, the other half – never stop. When I heard this song, I felt a feeling that I knew it long time ago. The next time I heard it on a busy street, waiting for a girlfriend, I stood in the corner between rushed people and looked around. The song from the car lasted for just a few seconds, but made me think about the moment, where I am now, what I am doing, what I do here and what the people around. When I heard the song, I felt a part of the crowd, although I was standing still, but inside somewhere rush.

Another memorable time was, when the flatmate woke up me with this song before the Monday or Tuesday morning, when we needed to go to work. Body woke up and we all started singing together in bed, from different rooms. And one of the last times was when we stood in line to the festival and the whole line started jumping and singing. We have become like one and we become united with so much in common and familiar. Events, especially music, have a special emotion and power to unite people. People become friendlier, more relaxed and happier. Never be lazy to sacrifice your energy and time to attend events, as a gift for yourself.

That Turkish song is about the night and how we changed overnight, and celebrate life at night. At night, our senses feel stronger, we are brave and more open. One song gave me a lot of nostalgic moments that make me smile and vibrate the skin. Turkish music has an extraordinary rhythm and creates a desire to automatically shake with shoulders and click with your fingers. In the evenings, when I think about a list what to do in the last days, I listen to that song and I remember the moments I already have. I think everybody has those songs or melodies that take us thoughts far into the past, into beautiful memories of places or people we have seen.

About Sarune Sidlauskaite

Labas! My name is Šarūnė and I am from Lithuania. I am 25 years old, and this August i started volunteering in Turkey, in Izmir. I am EVS volunteer, and working in Karşiyaka municipality. I hope this year will be wonderful. More about me - instagram @rozalibam ♥

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