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And so, after two hours of flight, tired, I arrive to Diyarbakir
Where I met my travelling companions
Balázs, from Hungary
and Adnan, the turkish student who will explain us the project to us and let us explore the area.
and then I start to face the local culture
Diyarbakir is in Turkey, but is considered the capital of the Kurdish world.
The Kurdish people are living in the area among Turkey, Syria, Iran, Iraq...
another world, really!
we go to dinner in a pub, where we have the opportunity to share some culinary traditions
(Italian) Quindi, cos'è?
(Italian) Formaggio!
(italian) Peperoncino, peperoncino!
remember this gesture, because it has a different meaning from the Italian move, we will talk about it later.
(Italian) Sorridi!
(Italian) è molto molto piccante!
(Italian) Nel sud Italia la gente usa mangiare peperoncino su fette di pane.
(Italian) Ho partecipato ad un progetto con un'altra associazione
(Italian) In Sicilia
(Italian) Ci parlarono di peperoncino e persone: in quella zona mangiano molto peperoncino.
laughing, the night passed peacefully. Then we go home
(Italian) un'ascensore senza porte!!!
The first thing to do before going inside home is to remove shoes.
There are carpets everywhere: in the kitchen, in corridor, in other rooms .
This is where we will sleep tonight
(Italian) La prima cosa che dirò di me e Balázs, è che abbiamo qualcosa in comune. ci piace bere birra!
the Adnan's flatmates are friendly and nice.
and together, we found a way to communicate each other
the day has reached it's end. But first...
did you know that Diyarbakir is the second longest wall in the world?
it's right next to the Tigers
This is the Great Wall that runs to the Tigers
this is me walking on top of the wall
walking along the wall I can observe life in the slums of Diyarbakir
the wall is a place for walking, on which one can even find a tea hawker
walking on the wall is not easy
at one point i have to walk right next to the wall
Then, finally I find the stairs to go back home
along the way I find an entry for the slums, where children are playing; one of whom hit me with a rock
another one, looking at the camera, asks me to take a picture, so I did.
in a park, a child asks me for alms, in return for weighing myself on his scales
The benches have logos of private companies, which in exchange for advertising fund public works
I also notice that children wear school uniforms
The next day I will go further south, towards Mardin, 18 kilometers from the Syrian border