• Akm Istanbul
• Akm Istanbul Taksim

Gravcreek, Very simple really. From Eminonu take the Kadikoy ferry and go to Kadikoy (Asian side). A very pleasant ferry ride of about 20 minutes, and you can feed the seagulls with a simit.

The first time Terzopoulos was introduced to theatre fans in Istanbul was in 1990 at AKM Grand Hall with a two-day engagement of Euripides’ Bacchae.

Here's a bit of Istanbul from a child's perspective: '. After you get to Kadikoy, get on the nostalgic tram (Moda Tram) and get off at Sureyya Opera stop right in front of the Opera House. 'You could also walk there in 20 minutes from the pier. In the evening, the last ferry to Karakoy from Kadikoy is at 11.00 PM but you can take a dolmush to Taksim at later hours(from Kadikoy). And here are all the beautiful things you can do at Kadikoy: '.

Good luck, enigma. Edited: 9:45 am, April 08, 2010. Gravcreek, Great choice!

Concert and Ciya. I recommend a lunch at Ciya because after the concert it might be too late for dinner. Saturday afternoon, you should take a bus or dolmush (shared yellow van) or a taxi if you want, to the Vakko store at Suadiye on Bagdad Avenue, the main and most attractive avenue on the Asian side. Walk westward on Bagdad avenue till Caddebostan, and you can shop at Pasabahce Glassware store (unique gifts) at Saskinbakkal, and walk all the way to Caddebostan. A 30-40 minute nice walk. From Caddebostan again take a Kadikoy bus, Kadikoy dolmush (shared yellow van) or a taxi back to Altiyol (where bull statue is) and walk 10 minutes following the tram tracks to Sureyya Opera house.

This would be a very nice Saturday afternoon! A lunch at Ciya, a stroll along Bagdad avenue, and a concert at Sureyya Opera House. Good luck, enigma.

What are the attractions of the Asian Side of Istanbul. Days of closure of Istanbul sights. What are the Winter 2011-2012 closure days and times of museums?. How to get from Sabiha Gokcen airport to Sultanahmet (old city)?.

Istanbul on a budget. ATM's and credit cards. Information on restaurants in Istanbul. Which area should I stay in - Sultanahmet or Beyoglu?. What are the useful websites, blogs and videos on Istanbul and Turkey?.

Proper dress for women. Things for children to do in Istanbul. Visa fees and regulations for 2011. An excellent trip report by a New York DE about Istanbul and Ephesus Visits. Scammed by a taxi driver - is there anything I can do?.

Akm Istanbul

An Excellent Trip report on Istanbul with pictures. Different Transportation Possibilities in Istanbul: A Transportation Guide. Answers to Questions About Traveling with Kids to Istanbul. Wonderful and Practical Tips For Our Visitors. Excellent Trip Report and Practical Tips and Info on Istanbul by Yositako. Is Istanbul/Turkey Safe to Travel. Prominent Imperial Mosques of Istanbul.

“It is a splendid thing to think that the woman you really love will never grow old to you. Through the wrinkles of time, through the mask of years, if you really love her, you will always see the face you loved and won. And a woman who really loves a man does not see that he grows old; he is not decrepit to her; he does not tremble; he is not old; she always sees the same gallant gentleman who won her hand and heart. I like to think of it in that way; I like to think that love is eternal. And to love in that way and then go down the hill of life together, and as you go down, hear, perhaps, the laughter of grandchildren, while the birds of joy and love sing once more in the leafless branches of the tree of age.” ―.

“When the great ship containing the hopes and aspirations of the world, when the great ship freighted with mankind goes down in the night of death, chaos and disaster, I am willing to go down with the ship. I will not be guilty of the ineffable meanness of paddling away in some orthodox canoe. I will go down with the ship, with those who love me, and with those whom I have loved. If there is a God who will damn his children forever, I would rather go to hell than to go to heaven and keep the society of such an infamous tyrant. I make my choice now. I despise that doctrine.

It has covered the cheeks of this world with tears. It has polluted the hearts of children, and poisoned the imaginations of men. It has been a constant pain, a perpetual terror to every good man and woman and child. It has filled the good with horror and with fear; but it has had no effect upon the infamous and base. It has wrung the hearts of the tender; it has furrowed the cheeks of the good.

This doctrine never should be preached again. What right have you, sir, Mr. Clergyman, you, minister of the gospel, to stand at the portals of the tomb, at the vestibule of eternity, and fill the future with horror and with fear? I do not believe this doctrine: neither do you. If you did, you could not sleep one moment. Any man who believes it, and has within his breast a decent, throbbing heart, will go insane. A man who believes that doctrine and does not go insane has the heart of a snake and the conscience of a hyena.” ―.

“It was not until the year 1808 that Great Britain abolished the slave trade. Up to that time her judges, sitting upon the bench in the name of justice, her priests, occupying her pulpits, in the name of universal love, owned stock in the slave ships, and luxuriated upon the profits of piracy and murder. It was not until the same year that the United States of America abolished the slave trade between this and other countries, but carefully preserved it as between the States.

It was not until the 28th day of August, 1833, that Great Britain abolished human slavery in her colonies; and it was not until the 1st day of January, 1863, that, sustained by the sublime and heroic North, rendered our flag pure as the sky in which it floats. Was, in my judgment, in many respects, the grandest man ever President of the United States. Upon his monument these words should be written: ' Here sleeps the only man in the history of the world, who, having been clothed with almost absolute power, never abused it, except upon the side of mercy.' Think how long we clung to the institution of human slavery, how long lashes upon the naked back were a legal tender for labor performed.

With every drop of my blood I hate and execrate every form of tyranny, every form of slavery. I hate dictation.

I love liberty.” ―. “I used to read in books how our fathers persecuted mankind. But I never appreciated it. I did not really appreciate the infamies that have been committed in the name of religion, until I saw the iron arguments that Christians used. I saw the Thumbscrew—two little pieces of iron, armed on the inner surfaces with protuberances, to prevent their slipping; through each end a screw uniting the two pieces.

And when some man denied the efficacy of baptism, or may be said, 'I do not believe that a fish ever swallowed a man to keep him from drowning,' then they put his thumb between these pieces of iron and in the name of love and universal forgiveness, began to screw these pieces together. When this was done most men said, 'I will recant.' Probably I should have done the same. Probably I would have said: 'Stop; I will admit anything that you wish; I will admit that there is one god or a million, one hell or a billion; suit yourselves; but stop.' But there was now and then a man who would not swerve the breadth of a hair. There was now and then some sublime heart, willing to die for an intellectual conviction. Had it not been for such men, we would be savages to-night.

Had it not been for a few brave, heroic souls in every age, we would have been cannibals, with pictures of wild beasts tattooed upon our flesh, dancing around some dried snake fetich. Let us thank every good and noble man who stood so grandly, so proudly, in spite of opposition, of hatred and death, for what he believed to be the truth. Heroism did not excite the respect of our fathers.

The man who would not recant was not forgiven. They screwed the thumbscrews down to the last pang, and then threw their victim into some dungeon, where, in the throbbing silence and darkness, he might suffer the agonies of the fabled damned. This was done in the name of love—in the name of mercy, in the name of Christ.

I saw, too, what they called the Collar of Torture. Imagine a circle of iron, and on the inside a hundred points almost as sharp as needles.

This argument was fastened about the throat of the sufferer. Then he could not walk, nor sit down, nor stir without the neck being punctured, by these points.

In a little while the throat would begin to swell, and suffocation would end the agonies of that man. This man, it may be, had committed the crime of saying, with tears upon his cheeks, 'I do not believe that God, the father of us all, will damn to eternal perdition any of the children of men.' I saw another instrument, called the Scavenger's Daughter. Think of a pair of shears with handles, not only where they now are, but at the points as well, and just above the pivot that unites the blades, a circle of iron.

In the upper handles the hands would be placed; in the lower, the feet; and through the iron ring, at the centre, the head of the victim would be forced. In this condition, he would be thrown prone upon the earth, and the strain upon the muscles produced such agony that insanity would in pity end his pain. I saw the Rack. This was a box like the bed of a wagon, with a windlass at each end, with levers, and ratchets to prevent slipping; over each windlass went chains; some were fastened to the ankles of the sufferer; others to his wrists. And then priests, clergymen, divines, saints, began turning these windlasses, and kept turning, until the ankles, the knees, the hips, the shoulders, the elbows, the wrists of the victim were all dislocated, and the sufferer was wet with the sweat of agony. And they had standing by a physician to feel his pulse.

To save his life? No; simply that they might rack him once again. This was done, remember, in the name of civilization; in the name of law and order; in the name of mercy; in the name of religion; in the name of Christ.” ―.

“I do not see how it is possible for a man to die worth fifty million of dollars, or ten million of dollars, in a city full of want, when he meets almost every day the withered hand of beggary and the white lips of famine. How a man can withstand all that, and hold in the clutch of his greed twenty or thirty million of dollars, is past my comprehension. I do not see how he can do it. I should not think he could do it any more than he could keep a pile of lumber on the beach, where hundreds and thousands of men were drowning in the sea.” ―.

Akm Istanbul Taksim

“I do not believe in the government of the lash, if any one of you ever expects to whip your children again, I want you to have a photograph taken of yourself when you are in the act, with your face red with vulgar anger, and the face of the little child, with eyes swimming in tears and the little chin dimpled with fear, like a piece of water struck by a sudden cold wind. Have the picture taken. If that little child should die, I cannot think of a sweeter way to spend an autumn afternoon than to go out to the cemetery, when the maples are clad in tender gold, and little scarlet runners are coming, like poems of regret, from the sad heart of the earth—and sit down upon the grave and look at that photograph, and think of the flesh now dust that you beat.

I tell you it is wrong; it is no way to raise children! Make your home happy. Be honest with them. Divide fairly with them in everything.” ―. “The history of man is simply the history of slavery, of injustice and brutality, together with the means by which he has, through the dead and desolate years, slowly and painfully advanced. He has been the sport and prey of priest and king, the food of superstition and cruel might.

Crowned force has governed ignorance through fear. Hypocrisy and tyranny—two vultures—have fed upon the liberties of man. From all these there has been, and is, but one means of escape—intellectual development. Upon the back of industry has been the whip.

Upon the brain have been the fetters of superstition. Nothing has been left undone by the enemies of freedom.

Every art and artifice, every cruelty and outrage has been practiced and perpetrated to destroy the rights of man. In this great struggle every crime has been rewarded and every virtue has been punished. Reading, writing, thinking and investigating have all been crimes. Every science has been an outcast.

All the altars and all the thrones united to arrest the forward march of the human race. The king said that mankind must not work for themselves. The priest said that mankind must not think for themselves.

One forged chains for the hands, the other for the soul. Under this infamous regime the eagle of the human intellect was for ages a slimy serpent of hypocrisy. The human race was imprisoned. Through some of the prison bars came a few struggling rays of light.

Against these bars Science pressed its pale and thoughtful face, wooed by the holy dawn of human advancement. Bar after bar was broken away. A few grand men escaped and devoted their lives to the liberation of their fellows.” ―. “The grandest ambition that any man can possibly have, is to so live, and so improve himself in heart and brain, as to be worthy of the love of some splendid woman; and the grandest ambition of any girl is to make herself worthy of the love and adoration of some magnificent man. That is my idea. There is no success in life without love and marriage. You had better be the emperor of one loving and tender heart, and she the empress of yours, than to be king of the world.

The man who has really won the love of one good woman in this world, I do not care if he dies in the ditch a beggar, his life has been a success.” ―. “What would have become of the people five hundred years ago if they had followed strictly the advice of the doctors?

They would have all been dead. What would the people have been, if at any age of the world they had followed implicitly the direction of the church? They would have all been idiots.

It is a splendid thing that there is always some grand man who will not mind, and who will think for himself. I believe in allowing the children to think for themselves. I believe in the democracy of the family. If in this world there is anything splendid, it is a home where all are equals.” ―. “I have made up my mind to say my say. I shall do it kindly, distinctly; but I am going to do it.

I know there are thousands of men who substantially agree with me, but who are not in a condition to express their thoughts. They are poor; they are in business; and they know that should they tell their honest thought, persons will refuse to patronize them—to trade with them; they wish to get bread for their little children; they wish to take care of their wives; they wish to have homes and the comforts of life. Every such person is a certificate of the meanness of the community in which he resides. Homeownership opportunities program. And yet I do not blame these people for not expressing their thought. I say to them: 'Keep your ideas to yourselves; feed and clothe the ones you love; I will do your talking for you.

The church can not touch, can not crush, can not starve, cannot stop or stay me; I will express your thoughts.” ―. “The theologians dead, knew no more than the theologians now living. More than this cannot be said.

About this world little is known,—about another world, nothing. Our fathers were intellectual serfs, and their fathers were slaves. The makers of our creeds were ignorant and brutal.

Every dogma that we have, has upon it the mark of whip, the rust of chain, and the ashes of fagot. Our fathers reasoned with instruments of torture. They believed in the logic of fire and sword. They hated reason.

They despised thought. They abhorred liberty.” ―. “Compare King William with the philosopher Haeckel.

The king is one of the anointed by the most high, as they claim—one upon whose head has been poured the divine petroleum of authority. Compare this king with, who towers an intellectual colossus above the crowned mediocrity.

Compare with Queen Victoria. The Queen is clothed in garments given her by blind fortune and unreasoning chance, while wears robes of glory woven in the loom of her own genius. The world is beginning to pay homage to intellect, to genius, to heart. We have advanced.

We have reaped the benefit of every sublime and heroic self-sacrifice, of every divine and brave act; and we should endeavor to hand the torch to the next generation, having added a little to the intensity and glory of the flame.” ―.