Thursday, March 24, 2005
The Legend of Dirbakir
Again we found ourselves having to say goodbye to the friends we had made. The day was not solely dedicated to goodbyes however, as we also made new friends.
We were taken to a house in the heart of the old city by our friend ''the old man from the hotel.'' We followed him down narrow alleys where children's playful screams (occasionally mixed with the call to prayer) were the music to their mother's doing their washing and meat hug in shop windows. The house belonged to another friendly old man who, in no time was playing a Kurish instrument & singing to us. We enjoyed tea, ''nargillah'' and live music to start the day.
In the afternoon we walked for twenty minutes to say goodbye to our friends the pigeon shepherds who turned out not to be there. We instead said goodbye to thirty people we had never met before. To add to the awkward we shock all of their hands. After about ten we realized it was just weird, but that we still had a long way to go.
We were taken to a house in the heart of the old city by our friend ''the old man from the hotel.'' We followed him down narrow alleys where children's playful screams (occasionally mixed with the call to prayer) were the music to their mother's doing their washing and meat hug in shop windows. The house belonged to another friendly old man who, in no time was playing a Kurish instrument & singing to us. We enjoyed tea, ''nargillah'' and live music to start the day.
In the afternoon we walked for twenty minutes to say goodbye to our friends the pigeon shepherds who turned out not to be there. We instead said goodbye to thirty people we had never met before. To add to the awkward we shock all of their hands. After about ten we realized it was just weird, but that we still had a long way to go.
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