Welcome to Darylül's
Here’s the short version of the story.
We met at the very first days of Erasmus Orientation Day at Technical University of Vienna, we didn’t see each other for a time afterwards. Then we run into each other one day in the city centre, he was just having trouble with his mobile phone and I just felt I saw and old close friend. Then we started doing Erasmus stuff together. At the end of the first semester we decided to live in the same apartment. we did it. We talked so much, ate so much, traveled so much, laughed and went crazy so much. In the end, we turned back to our contries.
Welcome to Darylül’s
This photo was taken for the Opening Party of Darylül’s Home. But until we got there?
Let’s start from the beginning.
Year:2013
Place: Vienna
Ingredients: Eylül, Dario, World
Here’s the short version of the story.
We met at the very first days of Erasmus Orientation Day at Technical University of Vienna, we didn’t see each other for a time afterwards. Then we run into each other one day in the city centre, he was just having trouble with his mobile phone and I just felt I saw and old close friend. Then we started doing Erasmus stuff together. At the end of the first semester we decided to live in the same apartment. we did it. We talked so much, ate so much, traveled so much, laughed and went crazy so much. In the end, we turned back to our contries.
And here’s the short version of what Dario is to me.
That year was not 2013. It was the year of going away from home to get closer to myself. I had 23 year of homesick to my own home. To be honest, it was so hard miss something that didn’t even exist.
I knew hostels and dormitories were home during of Erasmus times.Although I had close friends at these dorms, and I could cook my own food, I still didn't feel Iike I was home.
Time passed and we decided to be homemates with Dario for spring semester. Nothing was certain, my bachelor thesis was in danger, the renewal of my visa was at risk, my mother was crying on the phone, telling it’s impossible for her to let her daughter live with a guy and we were way to far from finding an apartment for two although we were searching all the time. I turned back to Turkey, he never gave up on searching and telling me “We will find a home, you will take the visa and come back.”
A month after, we were drinking turkish coffee and eating sunflower seeds in our apartment. By the time I was in Turkey, he found the apartment. Thanks to him he didn’t send any photo from the house to keep it as a surprise (expect the milk bottles in the fridge, zoomed in floors and some white empty walls.) Later I found out from friends that he also didn’t let anyone come and see apartment until i was there. The first night I arrived, we talked for hours by a table because we had only two beds two desks to study, a dining table and four chairs. Nevertheless,Ii felt the apartment was full because we occupied it in a really short time.
I want to put a little detail about my mother here: A year after, when Dario came to visit me and my family, she was crying again like she did on the phone last year but this time it was because she found it too hard to say goodbye to him.
What was so familiar about him?
Lots of feelings take shape somewhere in us with memories and if Dario is a memory to me, he is a memory about home. In the end I learned that concept of home takes shape in one’s mind and distance can not be a measure of it.He taught me friendship can be beyond perceptions. Sometimes I see him running around from my room to his. I taste small sandwiches we made just to save the day while we're travelling. I hear him whistling and i still can't believe how he can do it. We still dance at stupid night clubs like crazy and people are looking us like “Who are those weirdos?”. Whenever I am down, he still comes out, grabs a chair, sits in front of me and asks, "Now tell me, what’s the problem?"
I must confess that long version of this story won’t be written here tonight.
Because we are still in it.
But I hope, maybe now you are with us in that little apartment in Vienna which we call “Home”.
Can anyone say we are away from each other anymore?
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