Aylak

There is no language, no religion, no gender, no barbed wires to taste! The taste has history, ​memory and chemistry. It has gently moving curtains, coinciding stories and neighbours who happened to have nicknames. It has celebratory mornings, months in tears and day counting lovers. The taste has smells that become longings in memories, that fill one's heart with ache, and eyes with tears. This is a story from the hands of a company of people from Istanbul, A story of an intention to fill the gaps of taste in the mouths of all those who are on their own way to exile. It is an open invitation to all those who have a pinch of longing in their pouches.