“0 212 359 45 00” That’s the number I dialed countless times. The phone number for Boğaziçi Üniversitesi Anadolu Hisarı Kampüsü. But the line was always busy. Always.
Boğaziçi Üniversitesi Anadolu Hisarı Kampüsü. A name whispered in hushed tones among students. A place of both promise and frustration. It’s not just another university campus. It’s a story waiting to be told. A story of ambition. A story of upheaval. A story of a campus transformed.
Originally part of Marmara Üniversitesi it was transferred to Boğaziçi Üniversitesi. This transfer however wasn’t smooth. It created a whirlwind. The campus was a construction site. Students and faculty alike faced many challenges. Imagine classes held online for weeks. Imagine the dust the noise the constant uncertainty.
The new buildings were not ready. Basic facilities were lacking. Toilets were out of service. The cafeteria was overwhelmed. Students waited for hours for meals. The lack of transport further complicated matters. Promises of shuttle services were broken repeatedly.
Students struggled to get to classes. They used ferries and crowded buses. Some even walked. The uphill climb from the Kandilli campus was exhausting. The journey was arduous. It tested their resilience. It tested their spirit.
Faculty members also suffered. Many resigned. Some took early retirement. The stress was immense. The atmosphere was tense. The situation was far from ideal. It affected morale. It affected research. It even affected teaching.
But from this chaos something emerged. A sense of community. A shared experience. Students and faculty united. They rallied. They demanded better conditions. They didn’t surrender to the chaos.
Boğaziçi Üniversitesi Anadolu Hisarı Kampüsü. A testament to the human spirit. A campus that endured. A place where challenges forged a bond. A place where a new chapter began. The phone still rings. It’s not always busy now. But every ring carries a memory. A memory of struggle a memory of triumph. And a memory of hope.