- What’s On
Life in the handsome twin-towered waterside officers’ academy on the Asian shore – built by Sultan Abdülaziz in 1863 – is evocatively described in Portrait of a Turkish Family, by Irfan Orga, who studied there in the 1920s. Here he recalls the view from the hill, then in countryside, above the school, where he took himself off with his text books.
‘Sometimes tiring of study, I would lean against my particular fir tree and look down upon the Bosphorus shining cooly below me. There was a good view from that tree, I remember, right down the Bosphorus to the Black Sea. Little Bebek was in front of me in all its shimmering morning beauty. If I turned my head a little to the right, I could see the famous fortress walls on the Asiatic side [Anadolu Hisarı]. Turning back again to Istanbul, I could see that other fortress, the old crumbling fortress built in 1452. The parts of it that were visible from my tree were the narrowest parts of all, being little over 649 metres. In connection with this there is a story which says that the Sultan Mehmet once approached the Emperor Constantine and asked to be granted a piece of land on the European side. Constantine, it appears, acceded to this request, stipulating that the land be only the size of a cow’s skin. So the Sultan Mehmet took a raw cow’s skin, had it cut into narrow strips, and then laid them end to end, building his fortress according to those measurements. And no matter how the emperor protested, he always told the one thing: that the land only measured ust so much as a cow’s skin.
‘And all down the Bosphorus, down, down to the Black Sea, ran the tall trees and the old wooden houses that suited the skyline so well. If I turned my head to the left, there on the hilltop I could see the Dolmabahçe Sarayı, white and artificial as a wedding cake in its peaceful setting. Miniature mosques fronted the water’s edge, and at the end of all the shining palaces lay Istanbul – my Istanbul, which will forever hold something of my heart. Gray it appeared from the hill, and the smoke from the boats lay over it like a soft veil. The minarets that enchanted the skyline were tall and tapering, and from my hill I could see, behind the mosques, the Marmara like a faint line of thread.’
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