Sometimes you embrace something very tightly, hold it with all the strength you have, you want to be one with it, lock it inside you and spend the rest of your life with it. Songul Mungan has spread her arms for the stone walls, motifs, the past and she embraced memories. There, she wants to help her house which survived centu-ries; memories, motifs, everything to go on living. Not only the magnificent house she lives in and adores and has decorated with flowers, she wants to protect all the city, this idea is like a duty for her. There are ancient families in Mardin. The writers from Mardin wrote about them. These mansions which became symbols are united with the city. The house of the Mungans is one of these... It is a magnificent house... The courtyards are facing Mesopotamia. In front of each floor, there ise a large space for living... These are made for wandering freely, for looking at the burning heat of summer, cold of the night and stars of the nights... The stones are again encraved. Many people were brought up in Mungans's house. The most well-known one at present is Murathan Mungan... Mardin exists in many books of Mungan. You can feel the magic of Mardin's life style in his writing.
        I have met Songul Mungan in this house. Her attachement to her house, her city, her sincerity affected me deeply... She has embraced her house, the house has embraced her. She has taken on her back all that has been lived in the houses for hundreds of years... When I shot her photo, she just stood in front of her house, she leaned on the honourable posture of the house and I pressed the shutter. The motifs, writings and flowers on the walls hundreds of years old were all together.The flowers were like a bunch given to the magnificence of the house by a lover...
        "A cup of coffee..." said Songul Mungan... I love the cardamom flavoured coffees in the open iwans of Mardin houses; this sweet flavour puts me into the tunnel of time... But the light was so beautiful, we had to run after it before it run away.
        Mungans' house is as beautiful as a mansion. It has turned its face towards the Mesopotamia Plane and waits in its honourable posture.