Some people are born with the gift of being content with staying put. Others are cursed with a voice inside their head that keeps telling them to leave, even if they like where they are. It’s a cureless condition, even if you find the perfect city or the person. These people only feel alive on the line, in between.
Turn violence into strength by sharing your stories: Artist Úlfar Loga talks Berlin abuse and police ignorance
“My first instinct was to take a picture. Yes, I am a photographer”
Human relationships are not easy, which is why I had not left my flat in three days until I saw Úlfar’s photograph on a Berlin Facebook page I follow. We forget, project, reject, ignore, betray and disappoint each other. We lack and misunderstand empathy, sympathy and compassion. We are the worst enemies of each other, yet we are also the only hope for one another.
Living in Berlin is like being in an endless dream. It has always been a haven to me, and many others like me, les désorientés. I know it. I can feel it. What else can be the reason behind all those people staring at ugly construction sites in Neukölln corners with champagne glasses in their hands, sitting on chairs arranged like cafe chairs in Paris looking at Seine?
I was seven years old. We lived in a southern Mediterranean city in Turkey where it never snowed and there were almost no crimes, but my father would always pick me up from school. If you asked him why, he would say “Because why not?”.
He was always the first one to come but one afternoon he didn’t show up. All of my friends left with the school bus, the teachers were getting ready to take off but there was no sign of Abdullah. So I went to the principal and asked, “A big man with a big belly and gray hair was supposed to pick me up!”.
Sometimes I think about the ant I accidentally took to a rooftop bar from his home in my notebook last summer. Next morning lying in bed I wonder how it would be like to grow up as the only child of a single farmer father somewhere in the Irish countryside. I even think about what it would be like to be in love with one of the most horrifying dictators of history sometimes. I’ve always been like this, but I almost never managed to put myself into the shoes of my most beloved ones until I looked into my own body and mind and observed what it feels like to be myself last month.