Hello!
I'm an architecture student from Karlsruhe. I was born and been living in Istanbul before coming to Germany for my education.
This page was waiting to be updated for a looong time, the last time I scribbled something I was in a hurry searching for some place to stay - I was broke, and had 2 more nights to spend in Germany. So I wrote some silly stuff in a real hurry.
Now I can take my time, but as I said, I somehow don't know what to share about myself that might be interesting for you... I'm a clean person, I'm careful with my stuff and even more with other people's stuff! One side of me has already lowered its expectations to zero on the human species, but the other side of me believes communication is the answer to every single problem and couchsurfing is one of the sweetest things in the world and the war will eventually stop.
I can't really say I excelled at languages, but I'm ok at English and German, Turkish is obviously my mother tongue, and I can at least spot some words in basic conversations many other languages.
I was introduced to religion in a very late age, so I can thankfully and proudly say I was raised far from a lot of prejudices. I respect differences, but never hesitate to intervene if someone is getting hurt.
Well, I guess it's never enough, but this should do! Please give me a chance to get to know you!

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

As I said, I simply love the idea. I love the this whole "guest-host" culture, and couchsurfing beautifully adapted it to backpacking.
And of course, it's very useful for a student ;)

Interests

• arts
• architecture
• traveling
• music

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

This was from when I was in a hurry, I promise I'll update my whole profile sometime, but untill then this can stay:

Ok, I`m in a hurry now, but I have this very fresh memory of our first day in Morocco.
We took the ferry from Algeciras to Tanger. Then we took a bus from the pier to some kind of station. There we saw a tourist information desk and asked how to get to Tanger City. The lady was very helpfull and told us to take a bus, and not to pay because it was enough to show our ferry tickets. While we were waiting the bus to come, we met a man called Hasan. He was very cheerful and friendly. The bus arrived, we went in, showed our tickets, but the guy in the bus suddenly started shouting and Hasan&Co started shouting back at him and we were suddenly standing an the firewall. People in the bus were all shouting and some other people were pushing us to get in the bus so there was a big chaos. We somehow understood that the problem was that our ferry tickets should be collected by the bus guy, but out return ticket was the same paper so we had to pay 25 dh each (2,5 euros). Hasan was trying not to make us pay. It wasnt a big deal for us, we just thanked him and so we paid and had seats in the bus. During the whole journey there was such cheer and chatter in the bus we were surprised knowing the economical situation of the Morrocains. We finally arrived at Tanger. Hasan grabbed our arms and asked where we were going, and told us to follow him. So we did. Suddenly a boy walked to Hasan and they hugged each other, that`s my son, he said. We shook hands with the son. Then another little boy came and hugged him. That`s my second son he said. We kissed the second son. Hasan found a taxi and put us inside. We didnt say anything, in 5 minutes we were there where we wanted to go. I looked at the counter it was 12 dirhams. I gave the driver 20. C`est bon, he said. I waited for the change. C`est bon, he said once again and we went out of the taxi. We went to the bus station to buy our tickets to Casablanca, which was the beginning of a complete adventure I`ll be glad to tell you sitting on the couch :) You probably didn`t really get anything from what you`ve read, but that was exactly how we felt that day!

Teach, Learn, Share

You buy a $2 t-shirt from the retailer, but do you know the real cost?

The owner only gets rich if you can afford to buy lots of it, so he makes it real cheap:

and the true cost is paid by the workers, working in lethal condition.

The true cost is paid by the villagers living around the factory, where the soil is poisoned by the industrial waste.

The true cost is paid by the children working in the sweatshops having no perspective in life.

The true cost is paid by your children, who are left with a fucked up world where people are suffering, nature is suffering.

Is it worth it? Stop the waste. Stop the suffering. Your power is more than a vote once every few years.

What I Can Share with Hosts

I can definitely help improve their karma! Thanks for brightening up my world!

Countries I’ve Visited

France, Germany, Greece, Ireland, Italy, Morocco, Netherlands, Spain, Turkey, United Kingdom

Countries I’ve Lived In

Germany, Turkey