A love story between Can and Demet.
A parallel of reality inspired by the real chemistry between these two wonderful actors that I particularly love.
Freely inspired story.
Their meeting, the evolution of their relationship, the ups and downs of a m...
The days go by. So do the kilometres. We shot a lot in natural settings. The weather is magnificent, as is my mood when I am with Demet. Since last week, I've been keeping my distance from the set to avoid any temptation.
The shooting of Episode 2 is finished, we have almost finished Episode 3 at the frenetic pace we are following. We've been shooting for nine days...
I live in suspension. Every minute away from her I hold my breath.
The breath of life enters my lungs when I go through the caravan doors every day to get ready. When I bring her a coffee before the filming starts, when she places croissants in front of me to make me admit that it is indeed the best Viennese pastry in the world... that she tries again and again to make me dance despite the incompatibility of rhythm between my brain and my limbs, that she laughs out loud when I line up two words in a song and that I find a way to make a mistake...
Those moments are like airlocks. Breathing airlocks.
Then there is the clap. The one at the beginning of the filming when I let my emotions run free, the sensations that envelop me when I touch it. At these moments I let myself be submerged, guided, I let my feelings speak, possessed by my character. With rare exceptions, this Can Divit is only my own reflection.
Holding her in my arms, playing cat and mouse, everything that is not allowed to me in real life is accessible to me during the shooting days. I survive her smile thanks to that.
During the filming of episode 2 all those scenes we shared...the laughter at the beach restaurant, our complicity at the print shop, my hands on her knees when I looked after her, our motorbike ride, our closeness when I stole the list from her. Those moments again when she fell into my arms with her sign...feeling her breath so close to me....
When I see in the distance her silhouette dancing in front of my eyes...
When she appears half-naked, with wet, sexy hair in one of my T-shirts three times too big for her?
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Then comes the end clap, the one that closes the days, that puts an end to my little daily joys.
One last smile, one last joke and everyone resumes their little routine until the next day.
For me it comes down to keeping in shape and maintaining my physique, essential to my character but also to my mental health, I get high from sport. Then I go home, eat and collapse.
My social life is a shadow of its former self. I used to go out, even during filming, but now I have neither the desire nor the strength to go on. I could, but it no longer interests me. The series takes up all my time, I've never worked so hard, I've never invested so much time. Already, for Dolunay, I began to feel that things were getting serious, that there was really an opportunity for me to seize, that I was perhaps made for it, in the end, to be an actor. I used to think of it more as a game, an entertainment before I really started my career as a lawyer.
