Brindisi - Nevsehir, back and forth. My trip in Turkey

Back again
in their village
relive the atmosphere
of his hut
and lost in the scent
countless memories
reveal the new sensations
contaminated by new experiences
any moment a blade
running with all the other
fast in the same old casing
to go to knot
what will one day '
the carpet of life

 

04/07/03
and take yet another trip groped once escape the escape from the world flight in the world inside themselves, but far from their daily lives, in an effort to continuously lose and then find yet another trip for another time groped to understand in order to find the return filled with renewed optimism brimming with new hope and perhaps a little more tolerant of a little more respectful of different and perhaps even a little more different in order to regain the strong return of a renewed desire to oppose and fight live in a new exasperated spirit of survival more aware more careful
and take yet another trip groped another growth process of building the person demolition of their limits in an effort to continuously protendersi to new frontiers to new horizons to new cultures of the world to feed the world for people living with people for finally find themselves in all things
undertake this' yet another journey that will take us on departing

Yasamak gibi bir AGAC
tek ve hur
ve bir orman gibi, kardescesine
bu hasret bizim!
Nazim Hikmet

(Living alone and free like a tree and brotherhood as a forest. This is our nostalgia!)

05/07/03 Katar
Greek Riattraversare soil after six years and not feel even more the existing limit language nor the cultural or religious ran away fast up the road and the tops of the mountains just six years ago that the soil that I saw disoriented stranger and runs away under my walk the same earth at last ready to welcome respectfully as a town in the world certainly grown since I just turned the move into a traveling art

and to enjoy the same mountains and valleys with the same nostalgia for an infinite time to breathe in the wind without suffering for what is lost to my shoulders but projected tirelessly towards what is beautiful



Leptokaria
and will be the Aegean Sea will be the call as yet sings exactly like mine Adriatic foaming and smells exactly like my Adriatic only people celebrating in a different language and religion with me and the company replaced the Mythos Moretti and my Assos my Diana yet strangely unlike six years now I realize that even though celebrated in another language and another religion that they call the Aegean Sea and foaming smells exactly like my Adriatico

06/07/03 Asproválta
Sunday morning at the strength of the wind and the singing of the sea still on the road without having had time to even stop to ponder sull'immensità physical and cultural development of the Mount Olympus slipped away to my left again on the road driven by a desire for supernatural continue to be a strange force that constantly pushes me to get up and walk because the limit is the time and is deeply unfair to stop and wait and then restart it still runs fast, there is enthusiastic towards the turkish

06/07/03 LAGOS
village with a few souls just catching eels and maybe a few men consumed by the sun and solitude firm to fix the sea with their beer and their cigarettes countless small village by the sea the sky crossed by storks and gulls like a watch the boats in the tiny little port town last brief stop before the border last solitary pause for thought before I dive into the wonderful life of my Turkey and this country has slipped away under my feet, this nation with its fabulous sea its green mountains and the sky of a blue almost unnatural this nation striped white and blue has slipped away too quickly, perhaps even a little unconsciously has slipped away

Men
living this sea
living the sky
as avoidance
port
only contact with social
governed by laws
written by other men
for these men
who freely choose
this sea of life
to live this sky
as avoidance

three hours at the border at the bottom is normal titica Turkish bureaucracy and immediately after the road typical Turkish way of clarifying the Turkish mentality here the mountains do not caress teneramennte on the flanks or crossing from the steep road on the uneven asphalt as wanting defy all laws of physics and then down, almost to roll downstream in the wind speed near the town less than 40 km a mosque five houses hundreds of barefoot children on the street and then nothing for another 30 km will be, of again the only way this unnaturally straight line and sometimes a few men who tired to go on foot to the side of all this suggests a vigorous fight the fight that apparently seems to end only with the arrival in Tekirdag about 100 km from the about 100,000 l 'smooth asphalt the neon lights of the cafes lokante but just move a few steps away from the center to realize that all this "civilization" is only an illusion just enjoy the atmosphere of the suburbs in order to recognize the strenuous struggle of typical turkish this time a citizen of this great empire once warehousekeeper civilization reduced to mere hours Periferia brave and strong and yet this is the Outskirts of life Tuca proud and respectable ladies Periferia this is my Turkey Turkey

07/07/03 ISTANBUL
like every year, the bath usually exaggerated the usual crowd, the emotion usually unmistakable smell of countless experiences that meet and clash even a moment to simply merge Istanbul l ', at least for one day the whole feeling at the same time, enormous and Istanbul has so many tiny little things stop you from praying mysticism wrapped in a mosque is to feed an ear to a man on the street is just in awe to admire the shores of the Bosphorus from the seat of a noisy dive boat is in the cries of vendors bric a brac in the bazaar is exhausted to continue to walk among the crowd because no detail escapes while under Istanbul is everything and nothing moments you feel that you are chasing chasing Istanbul is simply l '; excess all in all things

and again at dawn is only a day to savor Istanbul fleetingly my only day to suck there and then flee away if only to avoid the risk of remaining trapped in this eternal eccessso if only to avoid love at this point that they more able, to do less and as large as from tomorrow and the unnaturally long straight strip of asphalt disconnected accompany elsewhere ripping me away from this fabulous paradise of chaos in my heart but I am sure this is not a goodbye but a see you

08/07/03
a brief greeting to the sea running fast to places where life rarely reserve to men the opportunity to know the splendor of the immense expanse of water along this seemingly endless road that seems to divide exactly half the austere Anatolian plateau the noisy old trucks some malconci tractors and carts pulled by donkeys carrying tired whole families of peasants to toil hard wheat sunflowers opium life slips away on itself almost seems that these people all be repeated exactly the same every day of work in the fields and beautiful sunsets on the lake and maybe they will never fortunate enough to see the sea but who of us can immerse themselves in one of these sunsets where everything is colored by a pink? Lake Tuz immense expanse of white salt crystals that are colored with the sun and sky, the lake Tuz infinite wealth of this nation of peasant slave days and fatigue Nature Nature wonderful divine yet evil and unjust endless efforts continued hard work and struggle and a village then another and another destroyed by earthquakes man builds Nature destroys

09/07/03 Aksaray
Anatolia my time to lose me onto my time to find myself in a tea garden with my cay the strong aroma of tobacco turkish a good book by the great Hikmet a pen and a paper pezo green and blue around the noisy chat some numerous family and heat gently intrusive sections of the farmer or the Anatolian shepherd and his infinite experience hidden behind the apparent ignorance Anatolia Istanbul is not Turkey is not Istanbul Turkey is not only Istanbul the fabulous paradise of chaos gives way to the ground where quest'immensa reign infinite simplicity and human warmth Anatolia this space is too big where you lose millions of lives all the same Anatolia is this vast paradise where the West still do not manages to carve out spaces evasion is an escape that allows man to understand why

09/07/03 Taspinar
and everything that we ipersviluppati Western calendar is now considered slipped away behind me and over 150 km from the green hills and meadows have disappeared from view to give way to '; scorching heat of the steppe traveled only by the winds of those over 1000 meters of altitude were the only hot sweltering days of the cold chill of the night a few houses from the roofs of mud and some straw vendors of fruit and then only around what we call Western civilians desolation desolation office of a spirituality of mysticism a desolation of life alone that I accompagneràper other at least 100 km before offering my view, the next major urban center

Nevsehir
the city in the heart of Cappadocia is home to me that a friend's eight years from now the city that year after year, I saw her grow more and more cities that I saw her in bringing this culture until almost thoroughly with these people these people so friendly brothers so nicely noisy invasive gentle but sometimes rude but never trusting and suspicious allegra available this is my people and I both dreamed of a land that the land does not have much to offer if not so much peace and solidarity a land that cries against me to get back in my West if only to spread the wonderful lessons that has been able to give me a land that is as if I am investing in a mission that is as if I am investing dell'arduo task of teaching a different style of life this land so close to Palestine to Kurdistan and Iraq all this land sister of the Middle East yet, peaceful and united uncontaminated by artificial "values" of our western "civil"

10/07/03
I thought of sharing to run away as usual but I know of not being able to abandon the peace quest'oasi before a few days before we have learned to the bottom of the rhythms and smells

deep breath conscious
unceasing breath of life
scent of green and blue
scent of sunshine and peace
warmth of a home
hospitable and welcoming
sweet melody of voices
who speak a different language
that express different values and expectations
children playing
games that do not know
women who pray
prayers that I do not know
deep breath conscious
unceasing breath of life
life in all things
life in green and nell'azzurro
in the plant in water
in the sky in rock
life inside
and around

midnight the icy cold made from sweet and mild çay in a company and not the consumer feel more need to do something just because it is night and summer and need to close in some pub or disco just çay heart and offered to chat turkish amicably exchanged in just such a short few hours to spend wonderful hours of sincere smiles full of human warmth and a life full portfolio that is inflated by to give way to a smile, a keg of beer and as if by magic you cancel before all 'flavor of a simple çay finally made fully happy simplicity dall'assoluta

11/07/03
Friday and Friday is the feast preparations fervent excitement palpable in excessive cheerfulness in every pair of eyes with colored lights of red tinged with yellow and blue this fabulous meadow between the mountains Anatolian music that makes every living thing the smell of meat d 'lamb thrown almost casually on the red coals of fire men and women who are meeting for greeting with warm hugs at the end of today, Friday and Friday is a feast and it is as if everyone wanted strangely good and we found to eat on the same table to share the same subjects to share the same warm smiles this magnificent land all the more adorable on a Friday feast

12/07/03
and this earth that can take away all the bad thoughts and bad feelings this land where the nostalgia and sadness have no place where you only cries of joy and every effort is sweet which this land alone is able to color the lives and would like to enter to be part of the experience of all these men I would be able to make the indestructible bond that's between me and this paradise just to not forget-once returned nell'inevitabile consumerist routine of my life-the paradise on earth exists and is, far less than you might believe if only to remember that there people on this earth that can give himself wholly to another without demanding anything in return

and over two hundred guests at the table and the sublime sound of the saz and many colored balloons Lucina sparkling in the night and yet so sincere participation and infinite happiness for a child who is about to become a little man

13/07/03 Izmir
many hundreds of miles now separate from my great little paradise and this strange feeling of all turkish uzgunluk Left alone to make me company and maybe only now for the first time with myself I feel the need to have you here whoever you are to make strong me and suck all your human warmth to taste your sweet lips on the nostalgia and sadness and confusion-my face against your-your tears with me and my lack Erdal Murat Mehmet Ali Aise Gu; lay Ahmet. .. davvro and perhaps only now for the first time with myself I feel the need to have you near whoever you are, I would have you here with me this night session to be too hot and almost too western I would be able to wake in a gentle embrace and share with someone this overwhelming uzgunluk already so I will accompany, even for days or maybe weeks or perhaps sadly lasciatami heritage with tender love from my little big paradise than generous land that once was able to entrarmi inside me to feel almost foreign to this now over West

14/07/03 -21/07/03 Cesme
the seller of mussels at the disco and the seller of the cobs sull'affollatissima beach waiters serving incravattati döner kebap Turkish harmonies that blend together in a disco with rock rhythms that man-vedendoti sitting on a bench along the ' Ataturk-caddesi asks if you want something to drink the hot çay to two in the afternoon on the beach asking for the discount on a package of cigarettes a cart pulled by a donkey and a limousine stopped next to the yachts that seem to look with detachment near the little boats of the fishermen who muetzin-to-five in the morning calls to prayer visitors the many kittens to get the company to the table of any restaurant in the Sheraton windows that overlook a typical street of the historic center breakfast of cheese and onions and watermelon cucumbers and carrots served with aplomb at the disco

22/07/03
too difficult
the port which disappears on the horizon
Cesme leaves
soon will be only the sea
tutt '; around
soon it will no longer be
the unmistakable smell of Turkish land
too difficult
giving up
once again
absolute happiness
to run
once again
to the unfortunate but safe port
my home

and singing once again singing the separations and goodbyes the tears to feel the emptiness all around away from a culture that I feel more and more and now slips away far from the world around me swallowed by the waves of the sea and singing again After bringing the song Welcome back the tears and the feeling of a complete stranger to those who live around me feel perfect and at the same time foreign unnaturally happy of my new riacqistata diversity