The sun is finally back. It's 18 degrees in the deep of winter. Hundreds of stray cats roam the streets of the city. They are everywhere: hiding in flower pots, sleeping on top of scooters, feeding on food bowls that are provided by the people of the neighbourhood. They look well-fed, happy and taken care of by the locals. As I walk through the streets of Kadiköy, on the Asian side of Istanbul, I wait for inspiration to strike. The same way it always had. We had left Austria a couple of days before. Autumn made an effort to sneakily turn into winter. A mere two hour flight was all it took to experience a warmer climate. Life is so different here. It's not just that we were cheating our way out of European winter, it's also the fact that we were back in Asia. Well, at least on the edge of it. I'm a hopeless romantic when it comes to geographic curiosities: seeing little Cambodian islets from the island of Phu Quoc in Vietnam, crossing the border from Albania to Montenegro and the other…
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