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 Skateboards and Posters

 Growing up with just one parent and three siblings, I
 had an insufficient childhood. We lived in a house with two
 rooms with my grandparents, my mother, my older sister
 and two older brothers. I grew up wearing my sister and
 brother’s clothes. I was using old books, clothes and brushes.
 Most of the time, we even shared the bed. When I was 6, I
 had my own skateboard. The skate area was close to my house
 and I felt I could go whenever I wanted. Being able to go
 where I want to go is a priceless thrill for me.
 At 13, I started hanging posters in my room, like band
 posters. At 14, my mother thought it would be prettier and
 less dirty if I did graffiti, and she allowed me to buy spray
 paint and paint graffiti in the skateboard area, and I became
 the  popular  kid  with  the  cool  room.  I  did  a  lot  of  street
 painting in the 8 months after that.
 But I can’t feel any love in my home, only rules. From
 the time my father died when my mother returned to my
 grandfather’s house, there were always boundaries in my
 home. My family was always like that — this is my home,
 and if you are here, follow my rules! My grandfather never
 hugged my mother. Naturally, my mother treated me the
 same way.
 Then, at 15, I left home and went to Istanbul to start
 my life, participated in mural festivals, skate park painting
 and many street paintings.
 At the age of 16, my friend gave me some papers about
 drawing techniques when she knew I did not have any chance
 to study Art. And I started to do art through imitation. I
 could not believe it when my friend asked me to create some
 art for a concert. I can say sincerely that true friends helped
 me to develop myself in terms of self-confidence.
 I started working at an extreme sportswear store when
 I was 17. This work experience made me realize my passion
 for adventure and that my ideal workplace was where I
 could openly welcome my self-expression. However, be-
 cause the company was facing financial problems, I was
 forced to find another job.

 Coffee Helps Me Find Myself

 I Googled “places to work where tattoos wouldn’t be
 a problem” and found that a coffee shop might be a good
 choice. When I was 28 years old, a coffee shop gave me an
 opportunity  to  work  here  in  Turkey,  and  my  mom  was   “Build confidence and momentum with
 happy as she thought the job was better than in an extreme
 sports clothing store where I was often injured.  each good decision you make from
 I entered the coffee industry by washing dishes, and
 then  I  started  to  fully  understand  it  when  I  became  a   here on out and choose to be inspired. ”
 barista and assistant roaster.



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