I’m not being a pessimist when I say this but, in my opinion, dying trees aren’t really trees. I cant get over how someone told me that there were plenty of trees in Istanbul despite how they are frail, barren, and almost dead. I claimed that there were hardly any trees. I consider myself a pessimistic person but this isn’t about being a pessimist or being an optimist. This is about seeing things as they and thinking about what could be better. There certainly aren’t many trees in ratio to the population in Istanbul (and many other world cities) and I don’t think that the few trees that are hardly living are anything to be grateful for. How pitiful it is, even comical, to point out, “Look at how beautiful they look. You’ve got to notice that there ARE trees in this city. Recognize them. Don’t overlook them.” It’s like saying that we should be grateful that there’s a river, a lake, and, in this case in Istanbul, a sea but the water isn’t fit for human and animal consumption. Water is beautiful, trees are beautiful but I’m not okay with their current state. It’s also like saying, in a way, that I should be grateful, even happy that a close relative of mine is still alive but she has gone out of her mind. The trees I see in Istanbul are alive but also not alive.

Author of ‘A Girl All Alone Somewhere in the World’, ‘Confessions and Thoughts of a Girl in Turkey’, ‘From Just a Girl Grown Up in America’. (Amazon.com)