Pierre Marie and Posy liked to receive people. Painters, writers, architects and musicians were constant companions. For me who did not yet master the language well, their conversations over a bottle of wine seemed endless.

  <<You didn't understand anything!>>, was the phrase that constantly came back in their words, It was enough for a trigger from someone with his opinion about a book or a movie for the opposite opinion to jump instantly. Theories were formulated for or against any topic, the tone of the discussion automatically rose. These criticisms, which seemed endless, seemed absurd to me, because in Turkey I had been taught that the man takes precedence over his work. Thus, a work may seem perfect, but it is worth nothing if it comes from an imperfect person.

                                                                                      Kudsi Erguner

                                                             From his book: "The Journey of a Sufi Musician"