Someone told me the other day that he saw something extraordinary.
A street cat laid down on a zebra crossing in front of cars and simply enjoyed the warmth of the winter sun. People got anxious about her suicidal tendency, yet she/he ( I bet she was) ignored the madness of one of the busiest streets of Istanbul and stopped the traffic, sending a message that sometimes we live our happiest moments while we don't know...and I thought of Nikos Kazantzakis who once wrote:
" I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else!"
A street cat laid down on a zebra crossing in front of cars and simply enjoyed the warmth of the winter sun. People got anxious about her suicidal tendency, yet she/he ( I bet she was) ignored the madness of one of the busiest streets of Istanbul and stopped the traffic, sending a message that sometimes we live our happiest moments while we don't know...and I thought of Nikos Kazantzakis who once wrote:
" I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else!"
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