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In Konya, Şivillik is celebrated as a children's festival at the beginning of the three holy months and is a tradition unique to Konya.

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In Konya, people celebrate Şeb-i Arus in December. It is the night of Rumi joining God. People watch whirling dervishes and feel calm.

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Hi everyone, I tried to describe the city of Konya with this image. I hope you like it. I'm eagerly waiting for the day we'll meet.

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konya:A gust of culture ın the cıty of hearts

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zamanı Hicri takvime göre üç ayların başlangıcı Regaip Kandili sabahı kutlanır. İçeriği Çocuklar, evleri dolaşarak şivlilik adı verilen çerez, şeker veya küçük hediyeler toplar. Fener Alayı Şivlil (1)

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Cultural Wınds Radıatıng From The Cıty Of Hearts

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Şeb-i Arûs

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Origin and Meaning The lantern procession, a deeply rooted tradition in Konya, offers a visual spectacle that children enjoy and that reinforces feelings of unity and solidarity, especially to cel

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I think it's good:)

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Two young girls in traditional corfiot costumes are in Liston square watching the traditional custom of breaking red pots full of water on Holy Saturday morning. Suddenly one pot breaks in front of them making the two girls soaking wet. The two girls are laughing

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The philarmonic bands of Corfu are marching in Spianada square on Holy Saturday midnight playing joyful music and there are fireworks in the night sky.

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When I woke up, everything felt strange. The streets were too quiet. I walked to the Explanada, but there was no one there. No tourists, no noise, nothing.

I went to Postiguet Beach. Empty.

Then I saw a sign: “Today, Alicante is only for locals.”

At first, I thought it was a joke. But then I realized… it wasn’t.

I called my friends, and we spent the whole day exploring the city like never before. We laughed, ran, and enjoyed every corner without crowds.

That day, I understood something important: sometimes you need to rediscover your own city to really love it.

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A mysterious discovery in Santa Bárbara Castle changes everything.

I go to Santa Bárbara Castle all the time, but today felt different. Maybe it was the wind, or maybe it was the silence. As I walked along the old stone walls, I noticed something I had never seen before: a small wooden door hidden behind some bushes.

Curious, I pushed it open and stepped inside. A dark tunnel stretched in front of me. My heart was beating fast, but I kept walking. Suddenly, I heard a voice.

“Welcome, guardian of Alicante.”

I froze. “Me?” I asked, looking around.

There was no answer—only a soft glow deeper in the tunnel. I took a deep breath and smiled.

I guess this summer is not going to be boring after all.

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A magical night during the Bonfires of San Juan.

The night of the Bonfires of San Juan is always special, but this year felt different. As the fire grew bigger, people around me started making wishes.

“Make a wish before it burns,” someone said.

I closed my eyes and whispered, “I wish everything would change.”

When I opened them, the fire was glowing brighter than ever. The colors around me seemed more intense, the city more alive.

For a moment, I thought my wish had come true.

But then I smiled. Maybe Alicante had always been magical… and I had just never noticed.

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A simple tram ride becomes an unexpected adventure.
“Let’s go to the last stop,” I told my friend. It sounded like a fun idea at the time.

As the TRAM moved forward, the city slowly disappeared. The buildings became fewer, the landscape stranger.

“This doesn’t look like Alicante,” my friend said.

Then we saw the sign: “Destination: Unknown.”

We laughed at first… but then we realized the tram wasn’t stopping.

Finally, the doors opened. In front of us, there was a hidden beach, more beautiful than any we had ever seen.

We looked at each other and smiled.

“Let’s keep this place a secret.”

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A piece of street art starts telling its story.

I had walked past that graffiti a hundred times, but that day something changed. As I looked at it, I noticed the eyes… moving.

I stepped closer. Suddenly, the figure came out of the wall.

“Finally… someone sees me,” it said.

I couldn’t believe it. “Are you real?” I asked.

“I am Alicante,” it replied. “But no one listens to my story anymore.”

I stayed silent for a moment, then took out my notebook.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll tell your story.”

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A mysterious message from the future arrives at the beach.

The sea was calm that afternoon, almost too calm. As I walked along the beach, something caught my attention: a bottle in the sand.

Inside, there was a note.

“Help. Alicante, 2124.”

I read it again and again. It didn’t make sense.

“From the future?” I whispered.

I looked at the sea, suddenly feeling worried. What could happen to Alicante in 100 years?

I held the note tightly.

Maybe the future isn’t written yet.

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It's Sunday morning in Corfu Old town. Some kids are palying and some girls are walking in the market. Suddenly they hear some people singing. There are some men playing the guitat and the mandolin and they sing traditional greek songs in front of a tall building. There is a young woman on the balcony of the second floor and she sings too!

Everybody is happy and they feel great!

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THANOS AND DIMITRIS 5TH PRIMARY SCHOOL CORFU

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THANOS AND DIMITRIS 5TH PRIMARY SCHOOL CORFU

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It is Sunday morning and Liston square in Corfu old town is full of people who walk and have coffee. Suddenly they hear loud voices and they two sport teams passing by. They reach the cricket court between Liston and the old fortress and they start playing cricket. It is the European cricket final! people attend the match and in th end they celebrate all together the win of the local team!

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My City, My Adventure

Every city has a heartbeat.

Some beat quietly, like a secret.

Others echo across the world.

I stood on the edge of my city at sunset, watching the streets glow like constellations. In that moment, I realized something simple but powerful: my city was not alone. It was connected to every other city, every other life, like invisible threads woven around the planet.

Far away, on the other side of the world, a fisherman prepared his boat as the ocean whispered stories older than time. In another country, a woman walked through a crowded market, carrying hope in her hands and determination in her steps. Somewhere else, a child looked up at the same sky I was watching, wondering what adventures waited beyond the horizon.

Different languages, different faces, different lives.

Yet the same sky.

The same dreams.

My adventure began the moment I understood this connection. Traveling was not only about moving from place to place, but about seeing the world through other eyes. Every city taught me something new: courage, kindness, resilience, curiosity.

From glowing skyscrapers to quiet villages, from busy streets to silent deserts, humanity moved together like a living map. Men, women, children all writing their own stories, crossing paths without ever meeting.

And there I was, one person in one city, part of something endlessly bigger.

My city was my starting point.

The world was my adventure.