We talked about colours in one of the days we coached each other. Each of us brought forward the colours liked most. 

With her chirping mood, energy, and joy, Binhan likes color orange most, with her splendid calm and serenity originating from her meditation training, Özlem likes powder pink. As for me, I like every color. That day, my colleagues said this. Actually, what a colourful person you are. You look white but you are full of surprises. Few days later of this conversation, in a zoom meeting we have, there came an orange balloon with white points on it to the balcony of Özlem’s apartment at 25. Floor, of her study. While we try to understand from where the balloon came, from high above or from the ground, this time a powder pink balloon came to the same point. Exactly to the same point of elongated balcony at 25. floor, right in front of the study. To our astonishment at peak, there came a third balloon, white, full of colourful flakes within. As if an invisible hand left balloons right in front of us. It was an amazing experience. We are baffled, not knowing what to do. 

That day, right there we consider this a signal, the idea of doing something together has born on that day for the first time. 

(In Feyzan Ökmen’s expression, her interpretation)