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Istanbul
I arrive in Istanbul to teach at Cihangir studio, my third trip. I am traveling here on my own, as we decided that Surya and Eno would be better off staying in Europe. So we parted ways yesterday morning in the train station in Antwerp. I boarded a train for Brussels in order to fly to Istanbul as Surya and Eno were to leave from the same platform on a train to Amsterdam. They are traveling to the Babaji Ashram in the countryside outside of Amsterdam, avoiding the crush of travel on Turkish Airline to Istanbul. My train left 10 minutes before the Amsterdam train and once I found my seat in coach class, I rolled down the window and leaned out to wave good-bye. The conductor blew his whistle up and down the platform and then the train began to creep away. Eno began to run alongside the train car, as I leaned out and waved. He ran along chanting “bye Papa, bye Papa” attempting to keep up with the train’s building pace. It resembled a scene a European movie where a young boy bids au-revoir to his dear father by testing his speed along side the mounting velocity of the train. At last Eno stopped and waved. I waved back until he was just a speck and the train went headlong into the tunnel.
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