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Glitchy eyes

An outsider might think:
Why are you here?

Rich lady from Pakistan
Tanzanian lawyer
Kangaroo shooting Lebanese-Aussie
Bacon making police family from Serbia
Depressed feeling Turkish-Dutch sisters
Omanite navy officer

Me

At an appartment
With oversized white couches
And golden framed paintings

Sultans
Atäturk
And
Certificates

Yes, we are in Istanbul, Turkey
City of attacks and a failed coupe d'etat

Mosques
The Bosphorus
Palaces
Ottoman past wealth, hüzün

But these happenings, sites, historical events and emotions
Are unimportant
For In town works a famous man
That hardly anybody knows
Except for those with glitchy eyes



Retinitis Pigmentosa,
Stargardt
Macula degeneration
And more

If you know these diseases
You might know
Or you should know
The clinic that is housed in the white appartment

Glitches that aren't, considered, curable anywhere in the world
Are fought here
With needles, acupuncture
And electricity

This being conducted
By a sympathetic looking
Evelish and gentle doctor

He gives us hope
He fights for our eyes
Where the world doesn't re-act

Sometimes miracles do happen
Sometimes
Not

Regardless where you are from
This is a unified place of hope
A magical unknown tiny spot in the world

For the
Omanite officer, the Pakistani son
The Tanzanian lawyer, the Serbian kids
The Aussie his son,
The Dutch-Turkish sisters

And my Son!




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