It is a commonly accepted sociological myth that you can reach anyone you wish located anywhere in the world through only six connections. I don’t know to which extent I could reach anyone in six simple steps – or furthermore if I would actually have loved to do so – but the relationships that surround us come in many shapes. And the social networks in which we thrive are surprisingly similar to the composition of the things we surround ourselves each and every single day – clothes. All that is individually present is interlinked in layered dimensions but they need each other in order to convey a sense of meaning – one could even say that this is what we call a sense of belonging. I needed you, him or that lovely girl passing me by in order to explain who I was.
As these thoughts took over my patterns of thought, I felt that the self-destruction of my individualism was near and the bigger and longer sips of coffee I consumed in the meantime were the most major witnesses. That was the moment, exactly 3rd of January 2014, that I dialed the number I had been keeping in wallet for a while now with no expectations. I heard it ring constantly- one after the other. I felt like I was only one second away from voice mail until I heard it: “Hey”. It was the glorification of the most ordinary word ever invented as he repeated himself:
It was the 5th of January – only two days after the call – when we met at a café exactly twelve minutes away from my home. Every single step I took on the way was becoming eternal in my history – a fairly quick transition from my present. I had my favorite sweatshirt on, the one that carried the sense of home and coziness wherever it came with me. It had a hint of my present – and therefore naturally also of my past - and I was mostly certain that along with all those going on around me, it was also going to be a memorabilia for my future.
I recognized him instantly as he entered. How long had it been? Thirteen years or maybe fifteen? All this didn’t matter. It had been much more than normal and much more than the necessary. I went back to the last time I saw him. He had all his bags packed as he opened the back door of the car. Without any other glaze, he stepped in and they drove away as I watched them silently from my window.
That is the word that re-initiated everything. He smelled like home and family. We did not only share DNA and visible traits. We were part of an interconnected system that made sense only when we stood together. We made meaning to the couple sitting at the next table as long as we stood aside and I just knew that was not because we reached each other through six simple steps. Myths didn’t work where emotions thrived. And all I could say was:
Hazal Ilgım Çelik, February 2016
Hazal Ilgım Çelik (16/05/1992). Originally from İstanbul, she is currently based in Milan for her graduate studies focusing on the dynamics of creative industries. After past experiences in diverse art and fashion related fields, she has developed a special passion towards working on the creation of value through eclecticism and contemporary culture.