Our studio, also downtown, was flooded as well. Many pieces got damaged, some of them beyond repair. Shit.
In such situations, I have the greatest admiration for the Turks. They are stoic and laconic and convinced that some good will come of it.
If you travel through the poorest parts of Turkey, you can find always some little old man in rags, obviously at the end of his tether. If you ask him, as is the custom, ‘uncle, how are you?’, he will smile a big toothless smile and answer, ‘very thankful’ (to God). I am always moved by this faith, by the ability to find thankfulness where there is nothing to be thankful for.
I simply envy the ability to disconnect reason and simply believe. We, the infidel, can only say, well…shit happens.