Would you call it nostalgia if you start crooning "Oy sana dolanayim, oy oy emine" , walking alone in the streets of Dalian? Or is it this full album of Tarkan I have on my iRiver? Is thinking of Paris with this childish smile even though I can't stand the city a betrayal of my mind? What about listening to Frank Sinatra while writing this thing down, do I miss the time of these songs even if I was not born yet? Questions I don't dare to share..
You’ve been missed so much.
