Istanbul Churches

Istanbul met Christianity in the 4th century, while, Paganism was dominant before.

The first Christian churches are Havariyyun, Haghia Sophia and Haghia Eirene. Many churches had been built until the conquest of Istanbul. There the churches of different sects and religious orders such as Nestorianism, Monophysism, Catholicism, Orthodoxy, Syrian Christianity, Gregorianism, Keldani, Dominicanism, Franciscanism has been in Istanbul. Moreover, different nations such as Greek, Armenian, Latin and Genoese also has had their own churches.

The Armenian Patriarchate

The Armenian Patriarchate in Istanbul is one of the four hierarchical centers of the Armenian Church -the others are in Erivan, Beirut and Jerusalem. The first patriarch of Istanbul, Hovaghim I, was in charge during the reign of Fatih Sultan Mehmet. Since r64i, the Virgin Mary (Meryem Ana) Central Church and the traditional wooden Patriarchate building of Istanbul Armenian Patriarchate is in Kumkap

Topkapi Palace

The famous Ottoman historian Evliya Celebi describes the
Topkapi Palace (Topkapi Sarayi) as “the loveliest sultanate palace that human
skill could have created. One can not help doing anything but ruling if living
in here! If you can come out of this complex game that is made of terraces,
corridors, stairs and interior courts; you find yourself in the world of
Arabian Nights again. The palace once Ottoman Sultans lived is visited by
thousands of visitors from all parts of the world, is the most splendid monument
of Istanbul.

The palace had a concept peculiar to the East, accommodating
several qualities in it: The residence of the Sultan and the center of a world
empire, the religious center of half of the world and the stage that incredible
intrigues displayed, the focus of cruel murders and the cradle of breathtaking
successes. Once, 4,000-5,000 people used to live in Topkapi Palace. This was a
city in the city. Fatih Sultan Mehmet decided to have a vast palace built to

Istanbul fifth Bridge

Journey to the history of Pop his songs have been performed by many singers. And now legendary Paul Anka is in Istanbul!

For more information about the Paul Anka concert on November 14

Istanbul Golden Horn Convention Center is hosting a living legend the evening of Monday, November 14: Paul Anka, composer of memorable songs like My Way, Diana and You Are My Destiny. Listed by Billboard magazine as one of the all-time great musical icons alongside Elvis Presley and The Beatles, the Canadian singer has sold over 80 million hit albums and singles.

Anka, who earned gold records in England, France and Canada for his album, Rock Swings, on which he sings pop and rock hits from the 80’s and 90s like Michael Jackson’s The Way You Make Me Feel, the Pet Shop Boys’ It’s A Sin, Oasis’ Wonderwall and Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit, all in his own inimitable style, is in Istanbul for a veritable journey through the history of pop music.

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Istanbul Tourism Conference

Hosting the Next in Corporate Travel 2011 conference, Turkish Airlines is bringing high level executives from Italy, Holland and Belgium together in Istanbul. NICT has already taken place in Istanbul October 21 to 23 and 28 to 30, and two more conferences are scheduled on November 18-20 and December 2 to 4. Turkish Airlines Vice-President in charge of Marketing and Sales Faruk Cizmecioglu said of the conference: “Our aim in hosting NICT is to create a platform where companies can discuss their special needs and demands regarding corporate travel with business and intellectual leaders. ”

Gocek Race Week

Organized by the Gocek Yacht Club, the 9th Autumn Race Week is being held November 8 to 11 with Turkish Airlines’ sponsorship. This year 300 entrants on 50 some yachts are estimated to have entered the week-long regatta, which up to now has featured 20 races with countless yachtsmen from 12 countries taking part. Complete with both geographically long races

At the Well Part 7

On
the threshold, through the faint light of the early dawn, he noticed a human
figure.

“Who
are you, there?”

“It
is me, grandpa, Anoka! I want to die. Forgive me, if you can.’ Grandpa stopped,
swayed, and almost fell.

“My
child, it is sinful to talk like that. Look at my hair, not even the sheep’s
wool is whiter.”

Anoka
grasped the hem of his cloak which hung down from his shoulders, and kissed it.

“I
have sinned awfully. I destroyed the harmony of your home. For-give me, for
God’s sake!”

Nothing
easier than to make an old man cry. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He took her
head in both his hands and kissed her.

“Come
in.”

She
followed him into the room.

“Sit
down there.”

She
sat on a stool, and grandpa on the edge of the bed. 

“Shell
some of these beans.”

Remained silent

She did so. Grandpa looked at her with joy. Bo

At the Well Part 6

Slumber
over there. Do you want to be punished by God? She said to Petriya.

The
moon was overhead. Everything was so quiet. Anoka’s heart was breaking and
something was slowly dying within her.

She
couldn`t go on like this any longer, but what was to be done? Should she return
to her father—what could she tell him?—“Grandpa has ordered everybody to obey
my will.” No, she couldn’t say anything like this. And then, this terrible
night will also have its end, and soon the dawn will break and the sun will
shine on all God’s creatures But she, disgraceful person, what shall she do?
Could she be more furious than she is? To be quiet—but how? To surrender? No!

The
thoughts played a wild dance in her head, crossing, mingling and intermingling.      

She
felt very tired. Passions, love, hatred, hunger and thirst all disappeared. Her
eyelids were heavy like lead, and still they would not close. She felt so

At the Well Part 5

The
same evening all the men were sitting around the table, for it was supper time.
Radoyka was the only woman among them. The other women had their supper in the
kitchen. Two or three women were serving at the table.

It
was Anoka’s turn to serve.

Two
other women walked in and out with dishes and food. Anoka leaned against the
door and made faces.

Grandpa
gave her a terrific look. All were speechless. Radoyka felt all the blood
rushing to her head. Anoka did not even notice it!

After
supper everybody made a sign of the cross, waiting for grand-pa’s sign for
leaving the room.

Crust of bread

But the old man pushed aside a crust of bread, the spoon, the knife, and the wooden dish. He rested his head on his palm, looked around and fixed his eyes on Anoka.

She
was on pins and needles, dropped her arms, stretched her strong and beautiful
body, and moved to leave the room.

“Wait,
my daughter,” said

At the Well Part 4

Anoka’s
fury grew day by day and she invented all kinds of tricks with which to tease
the people in the house. She would chase the dogs into the kitchen, and would
allow them to eat up the meat in the pot. She would open the faucets of the
kegs in the cellar, so the wine would flow out. The bread in the oven always
burned if she was to watch it. On working days, for instance, she would put on
holiday attire. It became worse and worse. The women couldn’t stand it any
longer. Once, when it was Anoka’s turn to be the redara (housekeeper) she left
home and went to the fair. Then the sisters-in-law gathered secretly.

“I
don’t know, dear sisters, what great wrong we have committed that we should
have to suffer so much.”

“Neither
do I know.”

“That’s
a great punishment and a great misfortune.”

“God
alone can help us.”

“No,
it cannot go on like this any more.”

“Let
us talk to grandma, and she will tak

At the Well Part 3

Grandfather’s
oldest son, Blagoye, Arsen’s father, is the third member of the home council.
The rest of the family listens and obeys. The three elders sometimes leave the
house intentionally, to give the children a chance to play to their heart’s
desire, the women to talk as much as they might please and the men to smoke
freely. The moment, however, one of the “big three” steps into the house, every
one becomes quiet and busy.

Grandpa,
being an old man, would frequently behave like a child. At times he would lose
his temper for the least trifle, then he would rage, scold, and, in his
excitement, strike at the nearest one. Again, he would be gentle, generous,
play with the youngsters, give them coppers. Then again, for no reason in the
world, he would begin to cry: “I am left alone in this world like a withered
tree on a mountain.”

Youth
has its frivolity, old age its senility.

The
day following Arsen’s adventure, Blagoye came to Radoyka

At the Well Part 2

That
evening Arsen came home in a melancholy mood. Contrary to his habit, he first
went into the wine cellar and took a stiff drink, the first time he had ever
done so. He returned to the yard, sat down on a block of wood where he remained
long after dark, absorbed by nocturnal sounds. In the kitchen on the hearth,
flaming tongues shot out and licked the iron cauldron suspended by chains from
the ceiling. A newly discovered fire was burning in Arsen’s heart. In the
surrounding darkness he discerned human forms, dogs crossing the yard, oxen
returning from pasture; he heard the trampling of horses in their stalls; he
recognized his brother Nenad returning from the city. A hen jumped from the
mulberry tree, looked round sleepily, and flew to another branch. Already a
mouse dared to nibble at the block on which Arsen was sitting.

He
felt dizzy, and became frightened at his heart beats. Suddenly he began to
laugh, stupidly, for no reason at all. As he laughed and cried interm