A recent member newsletter from the Lower Kitchen of the Spice Republic contained nine A movie related to food, choose any one to watch, so I chose this Spice Republic.
It happened that I had two flights in Istanbul last year. I wanted to take a look at this city spanning Europe and Asia when the plane took off and landed, and at least took a look at the iconic Hagia Sophia. The result was either in the middle of the night or encounter. Rainy.
Instead, I went to Greece, a country that seems to have used up all the blue in the world. It is so beautiful that a photo can be used as a postcard.
At that time, I didn't understand the long-standing feud between it and Turkey. I just saw the food of Istanbul in this film, rice rolls with grape leaves, stuffed tomatoes and kink bread sold by street vendors, and I suddenly remembered, huh , all the same as Athens?
The warm and beautiful picture, co-authored with the music, and the taste of salt, red pepper and cinnamon are used to connect a story of leaving home and missing.
In the Orthodox church, my grandfather picked up Fanis to light a white candle out of his reach.
In the attic of the spice shop, the little girl's dance steps are full of style, but her eyes and smile are extraordinarily clear and sincere.
The hammam is the best place to start a conversation, because here, souls open up like mussels in steam.
Yes, "Istanbul is the city above the city, the most beautiful city in the world..."
However, the exiled The taste, I am afraid, is far more bitter than cinnamon. In that farewell on the platform, how much reluctance to say it was omitted was omitted.
So my grandfather refused to come to Athens all the time, so my father talked about the nightmare of his life in tears, so many years later Saime asked Fanis, why didn't you come back all these years? He replied softly, "I was afraid. .. of the moment of having to leave again..."
Fortunately, the stars have changed, and there are always some constant things to talk about for comfort. Saime's postcards still have a faint aroma, and grandpa's attic can still use spices to create a galaxy. It is always the smell that can awaken the memory the most. No matter how long you are away, the familiar smell can immediately take you back to a certain summer in a certain month of a certain year.
Some people say that there is a time buried in every taste.
To this day, I still remember the taste of the family I lived in when I went to the United States as an exchange student in high school, probably because I remember the feeling of leaving home for the first time.
I also remember the unique smell in the hallway of the university dormitory. Every time I come back with a suitcase and smell it, I start to have the real feeling of "leaving home and returning to school".
I even remember a certain person's used perfume. It must be because there was not much left in the bottle that day, so I simply used it up, and it was so strong that I could never forget it again.
Unfortunately, most of these flavors and memories are related to wandering. This is not enviable at all. What the world cannot see is that behind every free soul, there is a heart longing for stability.
My hometown is a city as beautiful as Istanbul. When I was a child, I looked forward to leaving to see the world, but after I really left, I found that I didn't miss her one day.
Not long ago, I asked a psychic sister to do divination for me, and the first sentence she said made me tremble. She said, "You will be far away from your homeland, and the fallen leaves will not return to their roots."
If this is fate, then the previous twenty years of life have confirmed this, and I have no choice but to accept it. The most afraid of losing may be lost in the end, I only hope not to get lost and forget the way home.
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