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Assuming I’m just an ordinary girl, future doctor was your first mistake. Prejudgement is the demon in our head. Allow me to introduce myself first. Edina, advanture and travel maniac, nice to meet you. My story starts early December 2019. In that specific year and month, at several locations all over Europe, old souls felt this deep belonging to be reunited after many eras. Cause of a huge sun-flame burst the intergalactic highway was blocked to communicate the way they’re used to do. So they had to fall back on more modern ways to spread their love. Using social media they tagged @Istanbul on Instagram. It showed the possibility to win a trip to the Orient. They hung themselves up on this dream. Since years I have this dream, visiting the Orient and explore this mystical land. Romancing a dream isn’t that hard. In the late eighties I watched this movie, ‘Romance on the Orient Express’. If you’re a romantic type, go find it on the internet and watch. I loved it! The story is about a couple, traveling by train from Venice to Paris. They experienced coincident meeting, love at first sight, but somehow got lost in a fata morgana. Back to the point: my dream. My dream started with wining of the trip to Istanbul. In this dream I saw a girl with hazelnut brown eyes. She was the beloved daughter of Sultan Süleyman the Magnificent, emperor of the Ottoman Empire. Her name, Mihrimah - sometimes spelled "Mihrümah" - means the "sun and moon" in Farsi. Mihrimah Sultan wasn't the representation of conventional beauty. Instead her charm lay in her remarkable intelligence and good nature, which is how she got along well with Rüstem Pasha whose jealousy was known by all. However, she had a secret admirer, the famous architect Mimar Sinan. His art was first I sow when appeared in my beloved city. Dream city. But somehow after a fairytale journey that day, enjoying dinner on a boat floating along the Bosphorus, I fell asleep on the twelfth floor in my hotelroom. It was a perfect night. At 06:45 a.m., hugging my pillow, the ‘air-alarm’ went off. Imam al-Mahdi is singing his morning ezan (call). Means no sleep anymore. Bus is waiting in front of Conrad Hilton. Sinan-the-tour-guide shows his ego throughout the open air television in front of us. Today we’re gonna visit an ancient carpet maker and the Grand Bazar. Stepping into history, different technics are shown. It’s amazing how fast this woman makes each knit. The time it takes to finish a carpet is unimaginable. The one she’s working on takes about one year! Moving on, the adjoining room invites apple-tea and homemade cake. Upcoming announcement: sorry for delay, owner is negotiating with customer in upper room. However the noice upstairs is terrifying. It sounds like McGregor beats Cowboy Cerrone. Sinan-the-tour-guide supposed that ‘the loud bangs’ are caused by unfolding carpets on the floor. After "Aladdin show" with carpets, next stop is AyaSofia. Visiting the Ayasofya you’re dragged right into this philosophy. Many people suffer the question which religion is telling ‘the truth’. Actually the answer lays within yourself. And it doesn’t matter which religion you support. I believe it’s universal and its origin can be found in the cosmos. Everything is energy. I believe we’re all ‘extraterrestrial’ and temporally sharing spaceship Earth. Souls are immortal and able to travel through time and universe. In the end of my dream I am thankfull for perfect organization, and introduction to Oriental restaurants to taste most delicious food. Tomorrowland was never that far as in the beginning of this fairytale. Go in peace my beloved friends and hopefully we’ll meet again somehow sometime somewhere someplace.