Hello everyone and welcome back to my weekly post on my blog, where we talk about Art and Culture. On my last entry to this blog, I talked about the importance that I felt that Turkish citizens give to their flag, and how I felt a way I’ve never felt in my own country. As I explained in Spain, the Spanish flag is related to old fashioned parties, and liberal people doesn’t feel represented by it.

In my case, I feel like that flag (the Spanish one), right now, doesn’t represent me. However, I’ve always felt a stronger bond with my region. I think that feeling of resentment for not being part of that Spanish flag, didn’t really bothered me, because at the end of the day, I belong to another flag, the Galician flag. Since I was born, I’ve been raced on a very left minded household, very appreciative of our roots, our culture and our language. That childhood and my own critic thinking made me positioned myself where I am right now, very thankful of where I come from, and day by day feeling less interested about that Spanish flag.

Here in Izmir, as you can see on the cover picture, I have a Galician flag right in front of my bed, with a lot of beautiful words of the people I love the most. Going to sleep that’s what I see every day. I guess my protection for me is that. I don’t know, is a hard feeling to explain… Maybe my own feelings are making me feel everyday more appreciative of my region, and being far from it more…